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 Turkey and from London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Organ to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Metal Thangz,
Sugar Minott,
Bad Manners,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Almond,
The Human League,
Pagans,
Quantec,
Blancmange,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Remains,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronan,
Nas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bob Dylan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Absolute Body Control,
The Kinks,
Delta 5,
Deadbeat,
Brass Construction,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed,
Wally Richardson,
Wings,
Mars,
Gastr Del Sol,
L. Decosne,
Scrapy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra,
Yusef Lateef,
Pylon,
The Stooges,
Juan Atkins,
Masters at Work,
The Vogues,
Tres Demented,
X-Ray Spex,
The Residents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grey Daturas,
Aswad,
Quando Quango,
Don Cherry,
Fluxion,
Gang Starr,
Bush Tetras,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Sheep,
Index,
The Star Department,
Pantaleimon,
Heaven 17,
Bauhaus,
Althea and Donna,
Zapp,
Andrew Hill,
F. McDonald,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.