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 Papua New Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Black Bananas to the disco 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Slave,
The Blues Magoos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Kinks,
Donald Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kurtis Blow,
Scion,
Lou Christie,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Animal Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Copeland,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Birthday Party,
Delta 5,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young,
Newcleus,
The Pop Group,
Roxette,
The Angels of Light,
Prince Buster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grey Daturas,
Magazine,
T. Rex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Los Fastidios,
The Searchers,
Scratch Acid,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Victims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marvin Gaye,
Isaac Hayes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cal Tjader,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Green,
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Youth Brigade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terry Callier,
Soulsonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wally Richardson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Bad Manners,
Rites of Spring,
The Standells,
Lalann,
Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.