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 Slovenia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the disco 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Litter,
The Blues Magoos,
The Star Department,
Quantec,
Ice-T,
Ohio Players,
Anthony Braxton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donny Hathaway,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Crime,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Mills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Enemy,
Bill Wells,
Unwound,
Malaria!,
June of 44,
Shuggie Otis,
Pet Shop Boys,
PIL,
The Slackers,
Rufus Thomas,
Magazine,
The Dirtbombs,
Eddi Front,
Marvin Gaye,
Circle Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Rod Modell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Flag,
Cheater Slicks,
the Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Smog,
Bauhaus,
Suicide,
Jacob Miller,
Black Bananas,
The Kinks,
KRS-One,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Porter Ricks,
The Evens,
Yazoo,
10cc,
The Walker Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Joyce Sims,
Barrington Levy,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispian St. Peters,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.