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 Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the crunk 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
Warsaw,
Eli Mardock,
Gong,
The Walker Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
Outsiders,
T. Rex,
Magma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amazonics,
Duran Duran,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Letta Mbulu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mojo Men,
H. Thieme,
Babytalk,
X-102,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
R.M.O.,
The Standells,
Brothers Johnson,
The Skatalites,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Godley & Creme,
Pagans,
Gang Gang Dance,
MC5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
10cc,
Kerri Chandler,
Mo-Dettes,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Bourne,
The Buckinghams,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pole,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cluster,
Kenny Larkin,
Mark Hollis,
the Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ohio Players,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.