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 Nauru and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bobby Womack to the techno 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Motions,
Harry Pussy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joyce Sims,
Alison Limerick,
FM Einheit,
CMW,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Near,
Little Man,
Monks,
Magazine,
Altered Images,
The Cure,
Tim Buckley,
Hardrive,
Ronnie Foster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Toasters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alton Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Young Rascals,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultravox,
L. Decosne,
Erykah Badu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Certain Ratio,
Sixth Finger,
John Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Ponytail,
David Axelrod,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound,
Circle Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Arab on Radar,
Royal Trux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warsaw,
The Moleskins,
Gang Starr,
Radiopuhelimet,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.