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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Faraquet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Bang On A Can,
Juan Atkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harmonia,
Television Personalities,
Con Funk Shun,
Fat Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Groovy Waters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Accadde A,
Eve St. Jones,
Pere Ubu,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doors,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
L. Decosne,
Excepter,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Loose Ends,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blues Magoos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scientists,
Davy DMX,
Bluetip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cal Tjader,
Nils Olav,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Ronan,
Panda Bear,
The Walker Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
Stetsasonic,
Agitation Free,
Sandy B,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monks,
Cybotron,
Thee Headcoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Section 25,
Stiv Bators,
Cecil Taylor,
Camouflage,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.