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 Romania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the crunk 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Green,
Can,
the Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Surgeon,
Soft Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Rakim,
PIL,
OOIOO,
Lee Hazlewood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Prince Buster,
Vainqueur,
the Germs,
In Retrospect,
Kerri Chandler,
Scrapy,
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
Scion,
Tubeway Army,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Beau Brummels,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Halsall,
Shoche,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faust,
ABC,
David Axelrod,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Motions,
JFA,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kurtis Blow,
Toni Rubio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soulsonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tomorrow,
Smog,
Tom Boy,
Grey Daturas,
The Moleskins,
Dennis Brown,
Zero Boys,
Ten City,
Underground Resistance,
The Offenders,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.