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 Laos and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Gang Green to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Sandy B,
Spoonie Gee,
The Real Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed,
Amazonics,
The Happenings,
Fela Kuti,
The Residents,
The J.B.'s,
The Angels of Light,
Terry Callier,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smoke,
Easy Going,
Lucky Dragons,
Marmalade,
CMW,
Second Layer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monochrome Set,
Yaz,
The Count Five,
Howard Jones,
Talk Talk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Colin Newman,
Whodini,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deadbeat,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gichy Dan,
Chris & Cosey,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Masters at Work,
Joyce Sims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül II,
Max Romeo,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.