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 Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Morten Harket to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shuggie Otis,
Quantec,
Model 500,
Scientists,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
Eurythmics,
These Immortal Souls,
OOIOO,
Sound Behaviour,
Tommy Roe,
Delta 5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Qualms,
Black Sheep,
Easy Going,
ABC,
Cal Tjader,
The Happenings,
Steve Hackett,
Rufus Thomas,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arcadia,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
Graham Central Station,
K-Klass,
Babytalk,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kayak,
The Real Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Dave Gahan,
The Five Americans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
Letta Mbulu,
Unwound,
Juan Atkins,
Amazonics,
The Residents,
Guru Guru,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monochrome Set,
The J.B.'s,
Kenny Larkin,
H. Thieme,
Minor Threat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Inner City,
Quadrant,
Eric Dolphy,
the Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.