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 Kosovo and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Sam Rivers to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Soft Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
Little Man,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agent Orange,
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Laurel Aitken,
Lucky Dragons,
Newcleus,
Minnie Riperton,
John Holt,
The Vogues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Max Romeo,
Robert Wyatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultravox,
Negative Approach,
The Motions,
Zero Boys,
The Buckinghams,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Subhumans,
Glenn Branca,
Black Sheep,
Josef K,
Ohio Players,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cowsills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marine Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Kinks,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantaleimon,
Ossler,
Howard Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Mills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
Bill Near,
Eddi Front,
Organ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.