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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the electroclash 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker,
The Angels of Light,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed,
Shoche,
Agent Orange,
The Busters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tres Demented,
Robert Görl,
Stiv Bators,
New York Dolls,
Mantronix,
Archie Shepp,
Groovy Waters,
Black Sheep,
Dave Gahan,
Jandek,
Isaac Hayes,
The Residents,
Sun City Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Blancmange,
Chris & Cosey,
Al Stewart,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
Warren Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soulsonic Force,
Fluxion,
Q65,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zapp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül II,
The Pop Group,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fear,
Amazonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Dawn Penn,
Eli Mardock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Byron Stingily,
Marvin Gaye,
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
Sonic Youth,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.