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 Cyprus and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Don Cherry to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Wells,
Roxette,
Radiohead,
Arab on Radar,
Ultra Naté,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T.S.O.L.,
Soulsonic Force,
Blancmange,
Agent Orange,
The Knickerbockers,
Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sparks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Raincoats,
John Holt,
Lou Reed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet,
Dawn Penn,
The Angels of Light,
Funkadelic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scientists,
The Human League,
Amon Düül,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Moss Icon,
The American Breed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
Soft Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Yaz,
Fatback Band,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smoke,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Darondo,
cv313,
Sight & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Wasted Youth,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.