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 Kosovo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Boredoms to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
New Age Steppers,
The Gladiators,
New York Dolls,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smoke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Halsall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monochrome Set,
Althea and Donna,
The Fortunes,
X-101,
Kerrie Biddell,
Freddie Wadling,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siglo XX,
Dennis Brown,
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free,
Black Sheep,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Altered Images,
Malaria!,
Lungfish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Motorama,
Slave,
Roger Hodgson,
Tommy Roe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skriet,
Chrome,
Marmalade,
Television Personalities,
Hasil Adkins,
Amazonics,
Steve Hackett,
Sonny Sharrock,
Graham Central Station,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Monolake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Bourne,
The Invisible,
Warsaw,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.