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 Botswana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Alice Coltrane to the grunge 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Music Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DNA,
Aswad,
Pere Ubu,
Visage,
Los Fastidios,
Patti Smith,
Amazonics,
Talk Talk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Invisible,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flash Fearless,
The Sonics,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zero Boys,
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
Radio Birdman,
Marmalade,
The Gladiators,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott Heron,
Carl Craig,
OOIOO,
Black Flag,
Colin Newman,
Eddi Front,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hardrive,
Porter Ricks,
Von Mondo,
Sixth Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiohead,
Whodini,
Malaria!,
Arcadia,
Pylon,
Erasure,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Near,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Style,
Ten City,
Eric Copeland,
Procol Harum,
Eve St. Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Leaves,
Con Funk Shun,
PIL,
Kaleidoscope,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.