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 Thailand and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Byron Stingily to the jazz 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
Cluster,
Yaz,
John Coltrane,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Christie,
Peter and Kerry,
Von Mondo,
Pulsallama,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers,
Yusef Lateef,
Young Marble Giants,
The Zeros,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flash Fearless,
Main Source,
Ronnie Foster,
The Five Americans,
Banda Bassotti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Parrish,
Bill Near,
Pylon,
Audionom,
Porter Ricks,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
OOIOO,
Sex Pistols,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Womack,
Sight & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare,
The Cure,
Soulsonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Deakin,
K-Klass,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eli Mardock,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultra Naté,
Grey Daturas,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.