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 Palau and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Organ to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shuggie Otis,
Archie Shepp,
Kas Product,
The Misunderstood,
Television,
Sam Rivers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alison Limerick,
Wally Richardson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Leonard Cohen,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sonics,
Can,
The Standells,
Mark Hollis,
Cecil Taylor,
La Düsseldorf,
The Toasters,
T.S.O.L.,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Hood,
AZ,
Babytalk,
Cybotron,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June of 44,
Lungfish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
10cc,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Youth Brigade,
The Real Kids,
Sight & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Charles Mingus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Remains,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scan 7,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Desert Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
R.M.O.,
Stereo Dub,
The Index,
Depeche Mode,
Fela Kuti,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.