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 Iran and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fatback Band to the funk 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
David Bowie,
Buzzcocks,
Cluster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maurizio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pulsallama,
Mantronix,
Banda Bassotti,
FM Einheit,
The Toasters,
Saccharine Trust,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Stooges,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kas Product,
The Trojans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick Morgan,
Deadbeat,
Eurythmics,
Mr. Review,
Roxette,
Graham Central Station,
Technova,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pagans,
These Immortal Souls,
Lyres,
Jawbox,
DNA,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Teasers,
Brass Construction,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacques Brel,
Hot Snakes,
Kaleidoscope,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxy Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
Robert Hood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lakeside,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Knickerbockers,
Bob Dylan,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.