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 Dominican Republic and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Sherman,
Half Japanese,
Public Enemy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Porter Ricks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABC,
The Victims,
Fluxion,
Rapeman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harmonia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
The Monochrome Set,
Make Up,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nils Olav,
Fat Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Reagan Youth,
The New Christs,
Cameo,
Severed Heads,
Sandy B,
Wolf Eyes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maurizio,
Archie Shepp,
Moebius,
Wally Richardson,
June of 44,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lindisfarne,
K-Klass,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Wyatt,
Yazoo,
CMW,
Faraquet,
Kurtis Blow,
The Golliwogs,
Joey Negro,
Agitation Free,
Blake Baxter,
Yaz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ossler,
The Smoke,
Warsaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.