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 United States and from New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Kinks to the jazz 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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pylon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun City Girls,
JFA,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Visage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Freddie Wadling,
The Last Poets,
Youth Brigade,
Pulsallama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Charles Mingus,
Godley & Creme,
Fat Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
David Bowie,
Jerry's Kids,
The Index,
Television Personalities,
Clear Light,
Fugazi,
New Age Steppers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Outsiders,
The Monochrome Set,
Rekid,
Motorama,
Black Moon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mandrill,
The Blues Magoos,
The Young Rascals,
Mo-Dettes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zero Boys,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Martian,
The Durutti Column,
Con Funk Shun,
Desert Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra,
LL Cool J,
Radiohead,
Derrick Morgan,
Little Man,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Sherman,
Lindisfarne,
Lalann,
Vainqueur,
Sister Nancy,
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.