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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Pagans,
Aural Exciters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Motorama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shoche,
Excepter,
Malaria!,
The Happenings,
Laurel Aitken,
Make Up,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tres Demented,
Marine Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Barry Ungar,
EPMD,
Negative Approach,
D'Angelo,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABBA,
Delta 5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lyres,
Gabor Szabo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants,
Whodini,
Hardrive,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter & Gordon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Icehouse,
The Birthday Party,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Schoolly D,
The Seeds,
Black Sheep,
The Grass Roots,
Subhumans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suburban Knight,
Joey Negro,
Pet Shop Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Nas,
Yazoo,
Q and Not U,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Talk Talk,
Adolescents,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.