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 Vietnam and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Gun Club to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Moby Grape,
Loose Ends,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Sherman,
Desert Stars,
Bad Manners,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ten City,
U.S. Maple,
The Skatalites,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lindisfarne,
Aural Exciters,
Grauzone,
Mandrill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scion,
Isaac Hayes,
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
Slave,
Lalann,
The Offenders,
The Tremeloes,
Pantaleimon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scrapy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aaron Thompson,
Joy Division,
Lungfish,
Juan Atkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angry Samoans,
Quadrant,
Dawn Penn,
Harry Pussy,
Siglo XX,
Minny Pops,
Chris Corsano,
Pussy Galore,
Wally Richardson,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
Pere Ubu,
Supertramp,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.