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 United Kingdom and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Unrelated Segments to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
FM Einheit,
The Red Krayola,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Last Poets,
Aaron Thompson,
Scan 7,
Harpers Bizarre,
Negative Approach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Mills,
Donald Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Al Stewart,
Bad Manners,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kenny Larkin,
Wings,
Heaven 17,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Near,
Archie Shepp,
Rites of Spring,
Niagra,
Nas,
Hashim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Byron Stingily,
10cc,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Lydon,
Mantronix,
Zapp,
Maleditus Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
The Fugs,
Royal Trux,
Idris Muhammad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The New Christs,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Hill,
Sound Behaviour,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mojo Men,
Crooked Eye,
Warren Ellis,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.