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 Croatia and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the jazz 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Moleskins,
Gang Green,
Archie Shepp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Porter Ricks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
The Pop Group,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fall,
John Cale,
The Gun Club,
Jandek,
Accadde A,
Harry Pussy,
David Axelrod,
Au Pairs,
Country Teasers,
Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Near,
Lyres,
Lower 48,
Eurythmics,
K-Klass,
Fad Gadget,
Depeche Mode,
The Raincoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deadbeat,
Simply Red,
Con Funk Shun,
Ituana,
Visage,
Judy Mowatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Searchers,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deepchord,
Royal Trux,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Don Cherry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
E-Dancer,
H. Thieme,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.