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 Ecuador and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Organ to the punk 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Suicide,
Yusef Lateef,
World's Most,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Sheep,
New Age Steppers,
Erasure,
CMW,
Hasil Adkins,
Simply Red,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New York Dolls,
Slick Rick,
Bauhaus,
Eric Copeland,
The Index,
Radio Birdman,
Index,
Aural Exciters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cure,
Quando Quango,
Black Pus,
The Stooges,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra,
The Monks,
Magma,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
Model 500,
Oblivians,
Visage,
Don Cherry,
Smog,
Shoche,
Scott Walker,
Half Japanese,
In Retrospect,
The Slackers,
Country Teasers,
Lalann,
Minutemen,
The Martian,
Yazoo,
The Durutti Column,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mars,
Fear,
Pylon,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Buckinghams,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.