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 Egypt and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Michelle Simonal to the grime 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Reagan Youth,
Hashim,
The Index,
Bill Near,
The Real Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Blake Baxter,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donald Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Zeros,
Delta 5,
Pylon,
Ituana,
Donny Hathaway,
Michelle Simonal,
K-Klass,
Buzzcocks,
The Skatalites,
Absolute Body Control,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arcadia,
Urselle,
Lakeside,
Laurel Aitken,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
Fad Gadget,
Brothers Johnson,
Sound Behaviour,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
The Beau Brummels,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joey Negro,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
kango's stein massive,
The Black Dice,
Brass Construction,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare,
Hoover,
Sparks,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Qualms,
Funkadelic,
The Slackers,
Wally Richardson,
Flipper,
Minny Pops,
Harry Pussy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nico,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.