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 Guyana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Robert Hood to the crunk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Audionom,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Patti Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Au Pairs,
Wally Richardson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Jandek,
The Residents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siglo XX,
Stetsasonic,
Cameo,
Mission of Burma,
Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Von Mondo,
Echospace,
Flipper,
F. McDonald,
KRS-One,
Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
The Monochrome Set,
Eurythmics,
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare,
ABBA,
Aswad,
The Birthday Party,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fat Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Das Ding,
Gang Starr,
Fela Kuti,
Hot Snakes,
Loose Ends,
Gong,
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June of 44,
Urselle,
T.S.O.L.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arcadia,
Mandrill,
The Beau Brummels,
Eve St. Jones,
MC5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quantec,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.