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 Yemen and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Arcadia to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Darondo,
The Skatalites,
Make Up,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Godley & Creme,
Hardrive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nas,
The Busters,
Archie Shepp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Excepter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Davy DMX,
Faraquet,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Loose Ends,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Underground Resistance,
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
Robert Hood,
Albert Ayler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Martian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Sneak,
Brothers Johnson,
KRS-One,
Duran Duran,
Tears for Fears,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amazonics,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Walker Brothers,
Connie Case,
Moebius,
Neil Young,
Quantec,
Main Source,
Can,
Shoche,
Parry Music,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.