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 Cyprus and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warren Ellis to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Arab on Radar,
Royal Trux,
E-Dancer,
Alton Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Sonny Sharrock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
A Certain Ratio,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slave,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
EPMD,
The Knickerbockers,
Circle Jerks,
Wings,
Infiniti,
Deakin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aswad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sugar Minott,
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liliput,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mars,
Leonard Cohen,
The Toasters,
Arthur Verocai,
Fela Kuti,
Von Mondo,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Bananas,
Bluetip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Mills,
New Order,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pylon,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül,
Cecil Taylor,
Mission of Burma,
Duran Duran,
Lower 48,
Susan Cadogan,
The Martian,
Whodini,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.