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 Egypt and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Joensuu 1685 to the punk 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Toni Rubio,
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
One Last Wish,
Drexciya,
Wally Richardson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Rekid,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Swans,
Soft Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fluxion,
Au Pairs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Copeland,
Fela Kuti,
Tres Demented,
Niagra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pulsallama,
Arcadia,
T. Rex,
Khruangbin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fuzztones,
Pussy Galore,
The Music Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Skaos,
Black Pus,
Grey Daturas,
Chris & Cosey,
Connie Case,
The Trojans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
R.M.O.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mandrill,
Sun City Girls,
The United States of America,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stiv Bators,
Main Source,
Kerrie Biddell,
Parry Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Interpol,
DNA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.