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 Ukraine and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Negative Approach to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Moss Icon,
Tres Demented,
In Retrospect,
Glenn Branca,
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare,
Terry Callier,
Toni Rubio,
Kayak,
The Blues Magoos,
Albert Ayler,
Nico,
E-Dancer,
Rekid,
AZ,
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deadbeat,
Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Pole,
Aaron Thompson,
Nik Kershaw,
Vainqueur,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alice Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Barry Ungar,
Parry Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Circle Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Isaac Hayes,
The Music Machine,
Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Association,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Ohio Players,
LL Cool J,
U.S. Maple,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker,
The Zeros,
Tears for Fears,
Ornette Coleman,
Kenny Larkin,
Yazoo,
Gong,
Eli Mardock,
X-102,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.