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 Israel and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 American Breed to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Young Marble Giants,
The Toasters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Motions,
Metal Thangz,
Dawn Penn,
David McCallum,
Bobby Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shoche,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
The Monochrome Set,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
The Red Krayola,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Clarke,
Lungfish,
Althea and Donna,
Procol Harum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lucky Dragons,
Rod Modell,
Royal Trux,
James White and The Blacks,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siglo XX,
Danielle Patucci,
Wolf Eyes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Scratch Acid,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker,
The Smoke,
Crash Course in Science,
Talk Talk,
Lindisfarne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maurizio,
The Skatalites,
K-Klass,
Monolake,
Mandrill,
Chrome,
the Bar-Kays,
Sugar Minott,
Scientists,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.