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 Turkey and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the electroclash 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Sixth Finger,
Minor Threat,
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül,
Camberwell Now,
Loose Ends,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jandek,
CMW,
10cc,
The Slits,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sound,
Quantec,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra,
Pole,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash,
Accadde A,
The Evens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Severed Heads,
Slick Rick,
Ornette Coleman,
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Dolphy,
48th St. Collective,
Basic Channel,
Soulsonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
JFA,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sällskapet,
Vainqueur,
The Leaves,
X-Ray Spex,
The Young Rascals,
Mr. Review,
Urselle,
Flash Fearless,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.