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 Belarus and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 One Last Wish to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Starr,
Rod Modell,
Camberwell Now,
Main Source,
Joensuu 1685,
Fear,
Public Enemy,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Half Japanese,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moleskins,
The Cramps,
Porter Ricks,
Bob Dylan,
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spoonie Gee,
Dennis Brown,
Kayak,
Cecil Taylor,
Terry Callier,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sparks,
UT,
Albert Ayler,
Erasure,
Adolescents,
Goldenarms,
Groovy Waters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun City Girls,
The Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faust,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter & Gordon,
Oblivians,
The Grass Roots,
Sister Nancy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cowsills,
Bad Manners,
10cc,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dawn Penn,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultravox,
Matthew Bourne,
Livin' Joy,
Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suburban Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.