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 Chad and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Nirvana to the jazz 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Harmonia,
Boredoms,
Man Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Flash Fearless,
The Shadows of Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aswad,
L. Decosne,
Robert Wyatt,
H. Thieme,
Altered Images,
Main Source,
Shoche,
Eli Mardock,
Suicide,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funky Four + One,
Smog,
T. Rex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wally Richardson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalann,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
The Saints,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Section 25,
Dark Day,
The Music Machine,
Hashim,
Tres Demented,
Dual Sessions,
LL Cool J,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yazoo,
John Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Niagra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pagans,
Sandy B,
Arcadia,
The Searchers,
Todd Terry,
Mars,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Starr,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Young Marble Giants,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.