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 Bahrain and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stooges to the funk 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
the Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mandrill,
Tears for Fears,
10cc,
Minor Threat,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül,
Circle Jerks,
Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Accadde A,
Josef K,
Japan,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Teasers,
Harmonia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Hood,
The Birthday Party,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eden Ahbez,
Colin Newman,
Letta Mbulu,
Judy Mowatt,
Inner City,
Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Parrish,
The Searchers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cowsills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
Black Flag,
The New Christs,
Surgeon,
Public Enemy,
48th St. Collective,
June of 44,
L. Decosne,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.