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 Israel and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Gap Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Terry Callier,
Grauzone,
Arab on Radar,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
June of 44,
Make Up,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalo Schifrin,
Average White Band,
Sällskapet,
Q65,
Minny Pops,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
The Angels of Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Connie Case,
Camberwell Now,
Schoolly D,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tres Demented,
Michelle Simonal,
Nils Olav,
The Velvet Underground,
Zapp,
Audionom,
DJ Sneak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rufus Thomas,
Severed Heads,
Byron Stingily,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angry Samoans,
Alison Limerick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Albert Ayler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Prince Buster,
Kayak,
Glenn Branca,
Unwound,
Funkadelic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.