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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Organ to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Terry Callier,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Juan Atkins,
Bob Dylan,
The Tremeloes,
Simply Red,
Gang Green,
Bang On A Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Smog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang of Four,
The J.B.'s,
The Neon Judgement,
Basic Channel,
Heaven 17,
Junior Murvin,
The Raincoats,
Franke,
Audionom,
Echospace,
Nico,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wire,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Colin Newman,
Wally Richardson,
The Monochrome Set,
The Toasters,
H. Thieme,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun City Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronan,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gun Club,
Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Barracudas,
Black Sheep,
Aaron Thompson,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
John Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Nils Olav,
Lyres,
Zero Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Excepter,
Liliput,
Vainqueur,
Stereo Dub,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.