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 South Sudan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Blues Magoos to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Monks,
Accadde A,
Stetsasonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sparks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Model 500,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quadrant,
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
Chrome,
Matthew Halsall,
Mad Mike,
Soulsonic Force,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
the Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
KRS-One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harmonia,
ABBA,
Al Stewart,
Rufus Thomas,
Stereo Dub,
Motorama,
Can,
DJ Style,
The Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yellowson,
Desert Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minny Pops,
Prince Buster,
In Retrospect,
Qualms,
Althea and Donna,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hot Snakes,
Kas Product,
Peter & Gordon,
Hardrive,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scratch Acid,
The Leaves,
The Barracudas,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed,
Todd Rundgren,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.