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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sonny Sharrock to the punk 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Erykah Badu,
Pantytec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
Public Enemy,
Roxette,
Harmonia,
Roger Hodgson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lower 48,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang On A Can,
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
Slick Rick,
the Germs,
Liliput,
Silicon Teens,
Sugar Minott,
Warren Ellis,
Organ,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül,
Eden Ahbez,
Amazonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Connie Case,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Copeland,
Zapp,
Bill Near,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Holt,
Aural Exciters,
The Neon Judgement,
Television Personalities,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funky Four + One,
Scion,
Pierre Henry,
Suburban Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department,
Eddi Front,
The Gap Band,
Sex Pistols,
Funkadelic,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
Guru Guru,
Agent Orange,
Gang of Four,
John Foxx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine 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.