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 Cairo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David Axelrod to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Malaria!,
Eli Mardock,
Josef K,
The Fugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soulsonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shuggie Otis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ponytail,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott Heron,
Y Pants,
Alphaville,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland,
The Moody Blues,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül II,
Absolute Body Control,
Lindisfarne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Halsall,
Dead Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Althea and Donna,
Ultra Naté,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Barbara Tucker,
The Names,
MDC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
The Move,
Television,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pylon,
Todd Terry,
Japan,
Dual Sessions,
Laurel Aitken,
Mark Hollis,
Average White Band,
the Germs,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
AZ,
Kerri Chandler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.