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 Qatar and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Flipper to the funk 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warsaw,
Brass Construction,
Archie Shepp,
Blossom Toes,
Visage,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Names,
Kenny Larkin,
Delta 5,
Oneida,
The Red Krayola,
Lalann,
Liliput,
The Raincoats,
Donny Hathaway,
John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
Boredoms,
China Crisis,
Black Bananas,
Parry Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Albert Ayler,
The Mummies,
The Blackbyrds,
Mandrill,
Moebius,
Scratch Acid,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Certain Ratio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Los Fastidios,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Max Romeo,
Susan Cadogan,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Hood,
Derrick May,
Camberwell Now,
The Trojans,
Procol Harum,
Cluster,
CMW,
Faraquet,
Nico,
John Holt,
Chrome,
Deadbeat,
Pantytec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.