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 Iraq and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Gabor Szabo to the funk 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Loose Ends,
Ultimate Spinach,
Procol Harum,
Donny Hathaway,
Minnie Riperton,
cv313,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q and Not U,
Mad Mike,
Wings,
Average White Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
World's Most,
In Retrospect,
Talk Talk,
The Smoke,
Heaven 17,
This Heat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joey Negro,
Graham Central Station,
Sight & Sound,
The Saints,
Royal Trux,
Pere Ubu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crime,
Eve St. Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Symarip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cheater Slicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doors,
Marmalade,
David McCallum,
Aswad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sällskapet,
Bang On A Can,
Con Funk Shun,
ABBA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Infiniti,
Althea and Donna,
Outsiders,
New Age Steppers,
Deakin,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Count Five,
Bush Tetras,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.