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 Egypt and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Pierre Henry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aaron Thompson,
the Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Five Americans,
Basic Channel,
David McCallum,
Juan Atkins,
One Last Wish,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moleskins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cecil Taylor,
Television Personalities,
Howard Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sparks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Litter,
Eric Copeland,
The Smoke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Parry Music,
Masters at Work,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Freddie Wadling,
Erasure,
Tears for Fears,
Procol Harum,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Simply Red,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Görl,
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Count Five,
The Move,
The Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
China Crisis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul II Soul,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
T.S.O.L.,
John Holt,
Man Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Sällskapet,
A Certain Ratio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
The Cramps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter and Kerry,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.