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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Deakin,
Gang of Four,
Moebius,
Oneida,
Todd Terry,
Joey Negro,
OOIOO,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Flag,
The Vogues,
The Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Soul II Soul,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Wells,
Moby Grape,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers,
Carl Craig,
Zapp,
The Red Krayola,
Fluxion,
Banda Bassotti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Circle Jerks,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aswad,
Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Youth Brigade,
Aaron Thompson,
The Zeros,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anakelly,
Jawbox,
The Tremeloes,
Tubeway Army,
Section 25,
The Remains,
Simply Red,
Wings,
Procol Harum,
Rakim,
Television,
Flamin' Groovies,
Trumans Water,
Mo-Dettes,
Minor Threat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.