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 Botswana and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the crunk 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Skarface,
The Residents,
Television,
Sonic Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul Sonic Force,
EPMD,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Camberwell Now,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Vogues,
Leonard Cohen,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Grass Roots,
The Seeds,
Neil Young,
Dual Sessions,
Skaos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Hot Snakes,
The Dead C,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Womack,
Unrelated Segments,
Anakelly,
the Sonics,
Moebius,
Juan Atkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Green,
Soft Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Gang Dance,
MDC,
The Trojans,
The Pretty Things,
Oneida,
Bang On A Can,
Rekid,
Organ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker,
Country Teasers,
Rosa Yemen,
Blake Baxter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Flag,
Deadbeat,
Popol Vuh,
Minny Pops,
Susan Cadogan,
Cameo,
Robert Hood,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.