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 Kosovo and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harmonia to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Byron Stingily,
The Invisible,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Selecter,
Lyres,
U.S. Maple,
the Normal,
Wings,
The Skatalites,
The Zeros,
The Grass Roots,
Adolescents,
the Germs,
Y Pants,
Brothers Johnson,
Television Personalities,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Guru Guru,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Massinfluence,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick May,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
Section 25,
Fear,
Parry Music,
Moby Grape,
John Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Radio Birdman,
Fluxion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minny Pops,
Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
The Last Poets,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
Marc Almond,
Joyce Sims,
Inner City,
Jacob Miller,
Toni Rubio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cymande,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Pus,
Hardrive,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Angels of Light,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
Sam Rivers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.