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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 The Fugs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
The Smiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Suicide,
Peter & Gordon,
Bob Dylan,
The Litter,
The Misunderstood,
U.S. Maple,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yazoo,
Animal Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Arab on Radar,
Radiohead,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gichy Dan,
Roxette,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mission of Burma,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Alarm Clocks,
Godley & Creme,
Josef K,
Faraquet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Au Pairs,
The Fire Engines,
Index,
cv313,
The Wake,
The Motions,
Bootsy Collins,
Davy DMX,
Terry Callier,
Agitation Free,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Stooges,
Marc Almond,
The Monks,
Massinfluence,
Funkadelic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cecil Taylor,
Skarface,
The Move,
E-Dancer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jandek,
Althea and Donna,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fugazi,
Chris Corsano,
The Doors,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.