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 Spain and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Mantronix to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
Piero Umiliani,
Dual Sessions,
Blossom Toes,
Blake Baxter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Mills,
Dennis Brown,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sarah Menescal,
Nico,
Cluster,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Minutemen,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
This Heat,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Alison Limerick,
The Mojo Men,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Order,
Ronnie Foster,
The Toasters,
MDC,
Deakin,
June of 44,
Kerri Chandler,
Pole,
Bobby Sherman,
Steve Hackett,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gabor Szabo,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Copeland,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glenn Branca,
David McCallum,
Chris Corsano,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.