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 Papua New Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Section 25 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Lynne,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dead C,
Spandau Ballet,
Pulsallama,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
Donald Byrd,
Ultravox,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
DNA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
FM Einheit,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Erasure,
Bill Wells,
The Last Poets,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sandy B,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
Scion,
The Beau Brummels,
Agitation Free,
Nation of Ulysses,
Newcleus,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Television Personalities,
Ludus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Infiniti,
Sun City Girls,
The Doors,
Little Man,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
Massinfluence,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fugs,
John Lydon,
The Pretty Things,
Deadbeat,
The Selecter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
The Martian,
Severed Heads,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.