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 Libya 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fania All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oblivians,
Todd Terry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Marcia Griffiths,
Von Mondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Basic Channel,
Ten City,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
Fela Kuti,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Happenings,
Piero Umiliani,
Negative Approach,
Outsiders,
Bronski Beat,
Symarip,
Ituana,
The Mummies,
Minutemen,
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
The Slits,
Alphaville,
H. Thieme,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Hood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Seeds,
The Motions,
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms,
Donald Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Scrapy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Association,
T. Rex,
Isaac Hayes,
Siglo XX,
June Days,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.