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 the UAE and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
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 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 Stockholm Monsters 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
DJ Style,
Sixth Finger,
Television,
Sparks,
Bluetip,
Fluxion,
EPMD,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Last Poets,
Junior Murvin,
The Doors,
The Count Five,
Mad Mike,
Soulsonic Force,
Chrome,
The Walker Brothers,
Rekid,
Funkadelic,
Black Bananas,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joey Negro,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Organ,
Kenny Larkin,
The Angels of Light,
Icehouse,
Ultra Naté,
Ituana,
The Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Wasted Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Charles Mingus,
The Techniques,
a-ha,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eurythmics,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül II,
The Kinks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Make Up,
Qualms,
Sonic Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.