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 Djibouti and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Skaos,
World's Most,
Barrington Levy,
Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra,
Man Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Marmalade,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Make Up,
Desert Stars,
The Residents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mission of Burma,
Yusef Lateef,
Second Layer,
Roxy Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quadrant,
Jerry's Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick Morgan,
Connie Case,
Reagan Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Silicon Teens,
Clear Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anakelly,
Erasure,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes,
Grey Daturas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camberwell Now,
Zapp,
Alphaville,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
JFA,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Organ,
The Zeros,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Hill,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.