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 Panama and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jimmy McGriff to the disco 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Delta 5,
Matthew Bourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Clarke,
Skarface,
The Wake,
James White and The Blacks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Junior Murvin,
Oneida,
The Monks,
Smog,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thompson Twins,
The Knickerbockers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dead Boys,
Adolescents,
Public Enemy,
The Doors,
Au Pairs,
The Index,
The Red Krayola,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DNA,
The Standells,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker,
Mars,
Popol Vuh,
Con Funk Shun,
Rotary Connection,
Subhumans,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smoke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cluster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Rufus Thomas,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Görl,
Scratch Acid,
Yazoo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Selecter,
David Axelrod,
Half Japanese,
The Gap Band,
Sugar Minott,
Charles Mingus,
Echospace,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.