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 Swaziland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Chris & Cosey to the dance 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals,
JFA,
Pantytec,
The Standells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kaleidoscope,
Bronski Beat,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cure,
Tropical Tobacco,
The American Breed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Niagra,
The Vogues,
Slave,
Peter and Kerry,
Jandek,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amazonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Echospace,
Erasure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boredoms,
The Velvet Underground,
The Trojans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
the Germs,
Angry Samoans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Fraelich,
T. Rex,
The Monks,
Schoolly D,
Little Man,
Todd Rundgren,
The Detroit Cobras,
CMW,
Sonny Sharrock,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Zeros,
Wire,
Camouflage,
Sam Rivers,
Danielle Patucci,
June Days,
Newcleus,
New Age Steppers,
Young Marble Giants,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.