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 Tuvalu and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Archie Shepp to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
D'Angelo,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Japan,
Aswad,
David Bowie,
The New Christs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Kinks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brothers Johnson,
Negative Approach,
Derrick May,
Mr. Review,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Das Ding,
DJ Style,
Vladislav Delay,
Mad Mike,
Dual Sessions,
Ronnie Foster,
Hasil Adkins,
F. McDonald,
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Schoolly D,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül,
Tommy Roe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Susan Cadogan,
EPMD,
Von Mondo,
Country Teasers,
John Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jandek,
Nico,
Eli Mardock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liliput,
The Fuzztones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moby Grape,
Lakeside,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tim Buckley,
The Golliwogs,
The Move,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.