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 India and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 John Lydon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Litter,
the Bar-Kays,
Gong,
Excepter,
The United States of America,
Y Pants,
The Vogues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Godley & Creme,
Suburban Knight,
Deadbeat,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Wells,
Soulsonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bluetip,
Kurtis Blow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Livin' Joy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fall,
The Names,
Liliput,
Banda Bassotti,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
Susan Cadogan,
Inner City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Starr,
Jerry's Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Television Personalities,
The Blues Magoos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerri Chandler,
Sound Behaviour,
Marine Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Sonics,
Ultravox,
UT,
Eric Copeland,
Quantec,
Malaria!,
Marvin Gaye,
the Association,
Joe Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
Davy DMX,
New Age Steppers,
Sällskapet,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.