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 Malaysia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bang On A Can to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Japan,
Fela Kuti,
In Retrospect,
Jerry's Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Second Layer,
Can,
John Foxx,
PIL,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Invisible,
T. Rex,
Lindisfarne,
Trumans Water,
Roxette,
DJ Style,
Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
L. Decosne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camberwell Now,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
E-Dancer,
The Divine Comedy,
Brick,
Dawn Penn,
Tom Boy,
Pagans,
La Düsseldorf,
The Tremeloes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonny Sharrock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Copeland,
The Mummies,
Derrick Morgan,
Chrome,
10cc,
Al Stewart,
Idris Muhammad,
The Durutti Column,
Lower 48,
Aaron Thompson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alison Limerick,
Fluxion,
Aural Exciters,
Kurtis Blow,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.