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 Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Tom Verlaine 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 John Holt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone 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?
Tom Boy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zapp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxy Music,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cowsills,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Machine,
The Wake,
Alice Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Teasers,
David Bowie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Model 500,
The Names,
Glenn Branca,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aaron Thompson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lindisfarne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
PIL,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slave,
Kurtis Blow,
KRS-One,
Rotary Connection,
Al Stewart,
Gabor Szabo,
OOIOO,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Index,
Crime,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Holt,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sparks,
X-Ray Spex,
Mo-Dettes,
Delta 5,
Bronski Beat,
Roger Hodgson,
Scan 7,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.