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 Australia and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pantaleimon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Swans,
Schoolly D,
Absolute Body Control,
Wings,
Black Sheep,
Kenny Larkin,
The Music Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Associates,
Terry Callier,
Faraquet,
The Buckinghams,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kaleidoscope,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blancmange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Grass Roots,
Jandek,
A Certain Ratio,
The Selecter,
Technova,
Aural Exciters,
Ultra Naté,
Lungfish,
The Kinks,
The Smoke,
The Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Nirvana,
Chrome,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The Vogues,
World's Most,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sällskapet,
The Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Sugar Minott,
Groovy Waters,
The Names,
8 Eyed Spy,
Parry Music,
The Fuzztones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw,
Siglo XX,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.