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 Belgium and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Anthony Braxton to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Babytalk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker,
the Bar-Kays,
The Modern Lovers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Trumans Water,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Joe Finger,
The Young Rascals,
D'Angelo,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
Animal Collective,
Massinfluence,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
Piero Umiliani,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yaz,
CMW,
Warsaw,
Dark Day,
Black Moon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Bananas,
Goldenarms,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kaleidoscope,
The Searchers,
The Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Godley & Creme,
FM Einheit,
The Buckinghams,
Ornette Coleman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kurtis Blow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vladislav Delay,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visage,
Lindisfarne,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Evens,
The Misunderstood,
Don Cherry,
LL Cool J,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
Patti Smith,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.