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 Serbia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Busters,
Bad Manners,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wally Richardson,
The Residents,
The Fall,
Unwound,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Human League,
Man Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Vainqueur,
Sun City Girls,
Black Bananas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lungfish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Starr,
Lou Christie,
the Sonics,
the Normal,
Radiohead,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amazonics,
H. Thieme,
U.S. Maple,
Barry Ungar,
The Black Dice,
the Bar-Kays,
D'Angelo,
Ornette Coleman,
Oblivians,
Lower 48,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Duran Duran,
Marcia Griffiths,
Junior Murvin,
Albert Ayler,
The Wake,
Rakim,
Bill Wells,
The Techniques,
Buzzcocks,
Accadde A,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stiv Bators,
Lindisfarne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Organ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Dolphy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.