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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Letta Mbulu to the dance 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Offenders,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
Subhumans,
Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Clarke,
Swans,
Procol Harum,
Don Cherry,
The Residents,
Henry Cow,
Fear,
Banda Bassotti,
Rapeman,
Eve St. Jones,
Newcleus,
Black Sheep,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scratch Acid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cluster,
The Stooges,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Infiniti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zero Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
The Tremeloes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dead C,
The Fortunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Carl Craig,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tres Demented,
Wolf Eyes,
The Angels of Light,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Intrusion,
Slave,
Blossom Toes,
Saccharine Trust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Durutti Column,
The Motions,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Halsall,
The Trojans,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.