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 Peru and from London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grime 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Nas,
Aaron Thompson,
Oblivians,
The Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Dawn Penn,
Q65,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barbara Tucker,
Lightning Bolt,
Funkadelic,
Ohio Players,
Althea and Donna,
FM Einheit,
Von Mondo,
Schoolly D,
Aswad,
10cc,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Enemy,
Japan,
Rapeman,
Franke,
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
Animal Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Janne Schatter,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blackbyrds,
Fugazi,
Josef K,
The Durutti Column,
Scientists,
Average White Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Age Steppers,
The Music Machine,
The Black Dice,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sister Nancy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Tim Buckley,
Albert Ayler,
The Human League,
Juan Atkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yellowson,
Visage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
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.