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 Burkina and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Thee Headcoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Audionom,
Amon Düül,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Evens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Little Man,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heaven 17,
Rosa Yemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Rundgren,
Funkadelic,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Scientists,
X-102,
Motorama,
Scrapy,
Leonard Cohen,
Erykah Badu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Au Pairs,
Joe Finger,
The American Breed,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sound,
Drexciya,
Rites of Spring,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
The Invisible,
Minny Pops,
Sam Rivers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Goldenarms,
Moebius,
Khruangbin,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Lynne,
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Pierre Henry,
Sun City Girls,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
Guru Guru,
Reagan Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Ituana,
Lakeside,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.