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 Bulgaria and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sarah Menescal to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Sam Rivers,
Public Enemy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blancmange,
The Young Rascals,
Laurel Aitken,
John Lydon,
Kaleidoscope,
Nico,
These Immortal Souls,
Thee Headcoats,
The Grass Roots,
The J.B.'s,
The Pretty Things,
Rufus Thomas,
Quando Quango,
Camouflage,
Soulsonic Force,
Niagra,
Dark Day,
Siglo XX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
L. Decosne,
The Mojo Men,
Audionom,
Tommy Roe,
Visage,
Scrapy,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marvin Gaye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül II,
Lyres,
Crime,
FM Einheit,
Q65,
Absolute Body Control,
Yaz,
Sarah Menescal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alton Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Ornette Coleman,
Mandrill,
Ituana,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Motions,
Underground Resistance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ossler,
The Remains,
Bobby Sherman,
Erykah Badu,
Slave,
Can,
Duran Duran,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.