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 Winnipeg.
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 Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Leonard Cohen to the crunk 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum,
Chris & Cosey,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cramps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Lynne,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ken Boothe,
KRS-One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cal Tjader,
Boz Scaggs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lungfish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Hill,
The Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Jandek,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agitation Free,
Sun City Girls,
Guru Guru,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television Personalities,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dawn Penn,
Graham Central Station,
Nils Olav,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Techniques,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ohio Players,
Underground Resistance,
Leonard Cohen,
Minnie Riperton,
Nas,
Godley & Creme,
Inner City,
The Blues Magoos,
New York Dolls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skarface,
Subhumans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maleditus Sound,
Fatback Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Icehouse,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
Unrelated Segments,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.