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 Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Delta 5 to the rap 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Busters,
Ponytail,
Lightning Bolt,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flipper,
Prince Buster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang of Four,
Ultra Naté,
Scan 7,
Anakelly,
Franke,
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
CMW,
The Golliwogs,
Pulsallama,
Loose Ends,
The Dead C,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
Iggy Pop,
Von Mondo,
Parry Music,
Rapeman,
Swans,
Lou Reed,
Ten City,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Morten Harket,
John Cale,
The Gories,
Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
KRS-One,
Marine Girls,
Monolake,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Lynne,
Alice Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
the Association,
Dawn Penn,
John Foxx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Can,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Rundgren,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.