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 Mali and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Crispian St. Peters to the jazz 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Freddie Wadling,
Ohio Players,
T. Rex,
Tommy Roe,
Eden Ahbez,
Symarip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pretty Things,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grauzone,
Silicon Teens,
The Modern Lovers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Guru Guru,
Roger Hodgson,
Kayak,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slackers,
The Gladiators,
Dennis Brown,
Brick,
Ten City,
Scrapy,
LL Cool J,
The Cure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantytec,
The Stooges,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Stereo Dub,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boredoms,
Mary Jane Girls,
The United States of America,
Sam Rivers,
Deadbeat,
Patti Smith,
Whodini,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bob Dylan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Little Man,
The Young Rascals,
K-Klass,
The Martian,
Organ,
Hardrive,
The Last Poets,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faust,
Camouflage,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.