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 Bahrain and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 These Immortal Souls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiohead,
The Selecter,
Gong,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare,
Bang On A Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Searchers,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Clarke,
Slave,
Cameo,
The Black Dice,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unwound,
R.M.O.,
Ludus,
MC5,
Niagra,
Rekid,
John Foxx,
Graham Central Station,
Eli Mardock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terry Callier,
Aaron Thompson,
Joey Negro,
Mad Mike,
Scratch Acid,
Ponytail,
Animal Collective,
The United States of America,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
Soulsonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Don Cherry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David McCallum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Kayak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Second Layer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faust,
Zapp,
The Leaves,
Sam Rivers,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.