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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Faust to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Inner City,
Albert Ayler,
MDC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kayak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cowsills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barclay James Harvest,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Ituana,
The Move,
Wolf Eyes,
Can,
Joy Division,
Depeche Mode,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marshall Jefferson,
F. McDonald,
The Offenders,
Lindisfarne,
Gabor Szabo,
Aaron Thompson,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L.,
Pole,
Arthur Verocai,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visage,
Das Ding,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gap Band,
Tom Boy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yazoo,
Joyce Sims,
Laurel Aitken,
Grauzone,
The Monks,
Outsiders,
Funky Four + One,
Organ,
Todd Terry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.