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 Finland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Monochrome Set to the dance 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
MC5,
Crime,
Groovy Waters,
Agent Orange,
Television Personalities,
Warren Ellis,
The Leaves,
Sixth Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Mad Mike,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Almond,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
Don Cherry,
Gichy Dan,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare,
ABC,
Pagans,
The Gun Club,
Audionom,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Red Krayola,
Essential Logic,
Darondo,
The Names,
Dead Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maurizio,
Slave,
Amazonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lyres,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MDC,
Aaron Thompson,
Zapp,
Minny Pops,
Minor Threat,
Ten City,
Altered Images,
Oneida,
Accadde A,
Brass Construction,
Kas Product,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neu!,
New York Dolls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Section 25,
Slick Rick,
Laurel Aitken,
Arcadia,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.