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 Chile and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terry Callier to the jazz 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chrome,
Quadrant,
Barrington Levy,
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pierre Henry,
Yusef Lateef,
Babytalk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiohead,
Pantaleimon,
the Bar-Kays,
Funky Four + One,
the Normal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
H. Thieme,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Subhumans,
The J.B.'s,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Finger,
The Move,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scrapy,
Hasil Adkins,
The New Christs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moss Icon,
Joy Division,
Monks,
Aswad,
Flash Fearless,
Ralphi Rosario,
Max Romeo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minny Pops,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dennis Brown,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sound Behaviour,
World's Most,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crooked Eye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rapeman,
Trumans Water,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Wells,
Pere Ubu,
Archie Shepp,
Radio Birdman,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.