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 Guyana and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Black Dice to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Tremeloes,
Japan,
Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Shuggie Otis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marvin Gaye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quando Quango,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
La Düsseldorf,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Country Teasers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Guru Guru,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lakeside,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pole,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Unwound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pagans,
Essential Logic,
PIL,
Lower 48,
Audionom,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magma,
Qualms,
Gabor Szabo,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Ludus,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Albert Ayler,
L. Decosne,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.