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 Mali and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 The Martian to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Television Personalities,
Jandek,
One Last Wish,
Alphaville,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Mark Hollis,
Spandau Ballet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funkadelic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed,
Dual Sessions,
OOIOO,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blackbyrds,
Eve St. Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magma,
The Red Krayola,
KRS-One,
Theoretical Girls,
The Saints,
Thompson Twins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maurizio,
Josef K,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Enemy,
Gabor Szabo,
Popol Vuh,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan,
The Happenings,
Ultravox,
Arab on Radar,
Das Ding,
Iggy Pop,
The Cure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
E-Dancer,
Masters at Work,
Procol Harum,
Donald Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tres Demented,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Essential Logic,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.