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 Eritrea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Rufus Thomas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Maurizio,
Talk Talk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deakin,
Jandek,
Ultra Naté,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Dolphy,
Unwound,
The Fall,
The Index,
X-101,
Blake Baxter,
Sister Nancy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Popol Vuh,
Joy Division,
A Certain Ratio,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Womack,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Spandau Ballet,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Residents,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Patti Smith,
New Age Steppers,
UT,
Darondo,
Sonic Youth,
Ohio Players,
Flash Fearless,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
JFA,
Radio Birdman,
Organ,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
Babytalk,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Mills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.