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 Senegal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Franke 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
This Heat,
Dark Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Saints,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Moon,
Oneida,
Excepter,
Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Buckinghams,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux,
Pagans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mandrill,
Kenny Larkin,
Pole,
The Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
The Move,
These Immortal Souls,
Hardrive,
Symarip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Aswad,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
JFA,
Bang On A Can,
the Normal,
Kas Product,
Zero Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stereo Dub,
The Skatalites,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pierre Henry,
Funkadelic,
Porter Ricks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Selecter,
Marmalade,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.