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 Andorra and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Bobby Sherman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Japan,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker,
Black Sheep,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marvin Gaye,
Easy Going,
The Names,
Scrapy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
Second Layer,
48th St. Collective,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Joy Division,
The Buckinghams,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra,
The Mummies,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
Buzzcocks,
Wings,
John Lydon,
Urselle,
cv313,
Rapeman,
Bill Near,
Lower 48,
Camouflage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Skarface,
Flipper,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultravox,
Gang Green,
Technova,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter and Kerry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Q and Not U,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Foxx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Altered Images,
Liliput,
Pet Shop Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.