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 New Zealand and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 48th St. Collective to the crunk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Charles Mingus,
New York Dolls,
Rotary Connection,
Flamin' Groovies,
Trumans Water,
Hasil Adkins,
Babytalk,
Public Enemy,
Altered Images,
Au Pairs,
The Slackers,
Pagans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxette,
The Doors,
H. Thieme,
This Heat,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wally Richardson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liliput,
the Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Siglo XX,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
The Offenders,
UT,
The Count Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Blake Baxter,
Depeche Mode,
Intrusion,
Bronski Beat,
Crash Course in Science,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Michelle Simonal,
Scan 7,
Aloha Tigers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Judy Mowatt,
Magma,
Organ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythm & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed,
Lyres,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.