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 Serbia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bizarre Inc.,
Niagra,
Malaria!,
Henry Cow,
Harmonia,
Pharoah Sanders,
F. McDonald,
The Cowsills,
Judy Mowatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare,
Cal Tjader,
Deadbeat,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rapeman,
Joey Negro,
Reagan Youth,
Panda Bear,
the Association,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blues Magoos,
the Normal,
Soul II Soul,
Stiv Bators,
Hot Snakes,
Guru Guru,
Underground Resistance,
T.S.O.L.,
Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantytec,
Ituana,
Bobby Sherman,
the Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Barry Ungar,
Brick,
Blancmange,
Gong,
Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Dawn Penn,
Lucky Dragons,
Alton Ellis,
Whodini,
KRS-One,
Eurythmics,
The Velvet Underground,
Porter Ricks,
John Lydon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nico,
Babytalk,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.