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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Nick Fraelich to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Sound,
Trumans Water,
Icehouse,
Charles Mingus,
Hot Snakes,
Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ituana,
The Seeds,
Smog,
Kerri Chandler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter & Gordon,
The Black Dice,
Aswad,
The Fugs,
Franke,
Rufus Thomas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fear,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Althea and Donna,
Gong,
Pylon,
ABC,
Drexciya,
Cluster,
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters,
David McCallum,
Funkadelic,
The Monks,
Liliput,
The Five Americans,
The J.B.'s,
Pagans,
Stiv Bators,
Agent Orange,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
Crime,
Warren Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smoke,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Faust,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.