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 Macedonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Vainqueur to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Circle Jerks,
Radiohead,
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Grass Roots,
Q and Not U,
The Wake,
New Age Steppers,
The Moody Blues,
Althea and Donna,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
Fatback Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funkadelic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Steve Hackett,
Hashim,
The Neon Judgement,
Gabor Szabo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Subhumans,
Dual Sessions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Sonic Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Porter Ricks,
Leonard Cohen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers,
Altered Images,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Smooth,
Nas,
The Evens,
T. Rex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Scion,
Faraquet,
Grauzone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Machine,
Anakelly,
Tom Boy,
Flipper,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young,
MC5,
The Trojans,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.