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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 John Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cybotron,
Ken Boothe,
Basic Channel,
The Moleskins,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
Rites of Spring,
Organ,
Lower 48,
Kool Moe Dee,
Qualms,
The Pop Group,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Bowie,
Television Personalities,
Procol Harum,
Judy Mowatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Von Mondo,
The Names,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blackbyrds,
Suicide,
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
Donny Hathaway,
Harry Pussy,
Trumans Water,
Schoolly D,
Bluetip,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Style,
Supertramp,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Soft Cell,
Flipper,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Eddi Front,
Brass Construction,
Vladislav Delay,
The Tremeloes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Techniques,
The Martian,
Absolute Body Control,
the Human League,
Soft Machine,
Make Up,
Leonard Cohen,
The Happenings,
Dawn Penn,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Interpol,
B.T. Express,
Massinfluence,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.