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 Spain and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
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 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 Janne Schatter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Archie Shepp,
Deepchord,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Almond,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Grey Daturas,
Yusef Lateef,
Reuben Wilson,
Organ,
Joensuu 1685,
Gichy Dan,
the Normal,
H. Thieme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blackbyrds,
Skriet,
Steve Hackett,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Schoolly D,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Juan Atkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Pole,
June Days,
Roxy Music,
The Motions,
Altered Images,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Trumans Water,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flamin' Groovies,
Laurel Aitken,
The United States of America,
Derrick Morgan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
Sight & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Subhumans,
The Monks,
Warsaw,
Blake Baxter,
Goldenarms,
Max Romeo,
F. McDonald,
Arab on Radar,
Oneida,
Anthony Braxton,
The Index,
The Searchers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Black Flag,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.