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 Congo and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Schoolly D to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Connie Case,
T. Rex,
The Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Franke,
Young Marble Giants,
The Searchers,
Smog,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doors,
Monks,
Davy DMX,
Liliput,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
R.M.O.,
Stiv Bators,
Yazoo,
The Smiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Icehouse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pierre Henry,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick May,
Grey Daturas,
Khruangbin,
LL Cool J,
The Victims,
ABBA,
Crime,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Birthday Party,
Henry Cow,
The Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Y Pants,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
Grauzone,
Chris & Cosey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Green,
Scan 7,
Peter and Kerry,
Scientists,
Godley & Creme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zapp,
The Knickerbockers,
Ten City,
Roxy Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.