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 Cape Verde and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the electroclash 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deadbeat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Five Americans,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai,
The Barracudas,
Black Bananas,
Lyres,
The Human League,
Skarface,
kango's stein massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dawn Penn,
Make Up,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harmonia,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Marmalade,
The Fortunes,
Slave,
Drexciya,
Essential Logic,
The Stooges,
Tommy Roe,
Heaven 17,
John Lydon,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magazine,
Suicide,
Fear,
Vainqueur,
Model 500,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
Television Personalities,
Bang On A Can,
The Pop Group,
Terry Callier,
Agent Orange,
Sam Rivers,
Swell Maps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yazoo,
The J.B.'s,
Rites of Spring,
Altered Images,
The Young Rascals,
Index,
Ludus,
Oblivians,
Quantec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
cv313,
Procol Harum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.