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 Hungary and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Jacob Miller to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
The Barracudas,
Y Pants,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
Alice Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Almond,
Lightning Bolt,
The Misunderstood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Audionom,
Organ,
Graham Central Station,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rites of Spring,
Japan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fat Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mo-Dettes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
Quando Quango,
The Human League,
Ohio Players,
10cc,
The Skatalites,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Evens,
Andrew Hill,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radio Birdman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jandek,
Alphaville,
Theoretical Girls,
Pulsallama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Josef K,
The Star Department,
Colin Newman,
China Crisis,
Joy Division,
H. Thieme,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.