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 Peru and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rock 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers 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?
Sällskapet,
Cameo,
Scan 7,
Nik Kershaw,
Moss Icon,
Half Japanese,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dark Day,
Gang of Four,
Oblivians,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Tremeloes,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Almond,
Parry Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zero Boys,
Khruangbin,
Outsiders,
The Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Michelle Simonal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Nas,
The Offenders,
Skarface,
Harmonia,
Moebius,
The United States of America,
The Happenings,
Au Pairs,
Connie Case,
Trumans Water,
The Neon Judgement,
Joyce Sims,
The Divine Comedy,
Monolake,
The Names,
DNA,
World's Most,
Kaleidoscope,
Warsaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy Collins,
The Five Americans,
Fluxion,
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
Pussy Galore,
Maleditus Sound,
Maurizio,
Funky Four + One,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Dolphy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
K-Klass,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.