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 Argentina and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Second Layer to the jazz 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Bush Tetras,
Pole,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mojo Men,
Soul II Soul,
Harpers Bizarre,
MC5,
Ken Boothe,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
Index,
a-ha,
Black Flag,
Oblivians,
Adolescents,
Depeche Mode,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moody Blues,
The Associates,
Charles Mingus,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
Nas,
Fatback Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fad Gadget,
The Busters,
Slick Rick,
Quantec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ituana,
the Normal,
The Modern Lovers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABC,
Rotary Connection,
Cecil Taylor,
The Beau Brummels,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gong,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bad Manners,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Qualms,
Outsiders,
Yaz,
Average White Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bob Dylan,
The Skatalites,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra,
Buzzcocks,
Ronan,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.