Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Colombia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gabor Szabo to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
Adolescents,
John Coltrane,
DNA,
H. Thieme,
Hasil Adkins,
kango's stein massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cecil Taylor,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young,
The Cure,
Cluster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hardrive,
Freddie Wadling,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alice Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flipper,
Bobby Byrd,
Icehouse,
48th St. Collective,
Terry Callier,
Moby Grape,
The Slackers,
Prince Buster,
Crime,
Marine Girls,
Minor Threat,
Isaac Hayes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris & Cosey,
Quantec,
Todd Terry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Funkadelic,
Procol Harum,
Scion,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Pussy Galore,
Severed Heads,
Q65,
John Foxx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
The Barracudas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.