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 Suriname and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
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 organ 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 Lungfish to the funk 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sällskapet,
Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alton Ellis,
JFA,
Lyres,
Jacques Brel,
Donald Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Q and Not U,
Pet Shop Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siglo XX,
Essential Logic,
Monks,
Faraquet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tommy Roe,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABC,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
Royal Trux,
Piero Umiliani,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Altered Images,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Susan Cadogan,
In Retrospect,
Wolf Eyes,
Half Japanese,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bauhaus,
Groovy Waters,
Intrusion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
La Düsseldorf,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Model 500,
Lungfish,
Wire,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Parrish,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu,
Cecil Taylor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Almond,
Eden Ahbez,
These Immortal Souls,
Section 25,
Maurizio,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
Fat Boys,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.