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 Malta and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Silicon Teens 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barclay James Harvest,
David McCallum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quantec,
Avey Tare,
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
Surgeon,
Aural Exciters,
Grauzone,
Severed Heads,
Albert Ayler,
The Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mr. Review,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Can,
The American Breed,
Brass Construction,
Ultra Naté,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quadrant,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Vogues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ituana,
The Modern Lovers,
Gabor Szabo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amazonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fad Gadget,
Cluster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MC5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiohead,
Eric Copeland,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boz Scaggs,
the Association,
Y Pants,
Joensuu 1685,
Livin' Joy,
The Invisible,
Niagra,
Young Marble Giants,
The Busters,
Agitation Free,
Fugazi,
Prince Buster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.