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 Sierra Leone and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Idris Muhammad to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Lucky Dragons,
Unwound,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
Juan Atkins,
B.T. Express,
Hasil Adkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Axelrod,
Lower 48,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dawn Penn,
Accadde A,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Procol Harum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radio Birdman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brand Nubian,
Deadbeat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Minor Threat,
Second Layer,
Nas,
Delta 5,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Sherman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul,
Maleditus Sound,
Quantec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Foxx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bad Manners,
Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Josef K,
Ash Ra Tempel,
FM Einheit,
Davy DMX,
The Invisible,
The Toasters,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Mills,
The Leaves,
Pet Shop Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
JFA,
D'Angelo,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.