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 Singapore and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arab on Radar,
Piero Umiliani,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cecil Taylor,
Simply Red,
Rod Modell,
Crime,
Moebius,
Moby Grape,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nik Kershaw,
Kas Product,
Icehouse,
Leonard Cohen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Colin Newman,
David Axelrod,
Half Japanese,
Eli Mardock,
the Slits,
Swell Maps,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Marine Girls,
The Evens,
Swans,
Yaz,
Scion,
The Vogues,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maurizio,
cv313,
Unwound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
Urselle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pulsallama,
Smog,
Harry Pussy,
Dual Sessions,
Donny Hathaway,
Eurythmics,
The Techniques,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reuben Wilson,
FM Einheit,
Mantronix,
Lower 48,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.