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 Denmark and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Outsiders to the crunk 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Cluster,
Connie Case,
Funky Four + One,
The Sound,
The Wake,
Amazonics,
Funkadelic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alice Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Make Up,
Scott Walker,
Brass Construction,
The Red Krayola,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Laurel Aitken,
Eden Ahbez,
Can,
Monolake,
The Fugs,
DNA,
Ohio Players,
Kayak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hashim,
La Düsseldorf,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Modern Lovers,
Darondo,
Pantaleimon,
Symarip,
Glambeats Corp.,
The J.B.'s,
Parry Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Smog,
Royal Trux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Model 500,
Donald Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Pere Ubu,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Sherman,
Alison Limerick,
The Detroit Cobras,
James White and The Blacks,
D'Angelo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delta 5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Janne Schatter,
Bob Dylan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gladiators,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.