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 Bahrain and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Godley & Creme,
Camouflage,
The Fugs,
China Crisis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jandek,
Eric B and Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
The Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Swans,
The Selecter,
The United States of America,
The Smiths,
the Normal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Hill,
The Knickerbockers,
Lungfish,
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
Charles Mingus,
Masters at Work,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slits,
Bush Tetras,
The Five Americans,
Brand Nubian,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Agent Orange,
Ronnie Foster,
Fad Gadget,
Graham Central Station,
F. McDonald,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare,
Ornette Coleman,
This Heat,
Soulsonic Force,
OOIOO,
The Raincoats,
Heaven 17,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Juan Atkins,
Carl Craig,
Neu!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skaos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Josef K,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.