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 Albania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Brass Construction to the crunk 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Terry,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James White and The Blacks,
The Count Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiohead,
Camberwell Now,
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter,
The New Christs,
The Fugs,
UT,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul II Soul,
Arab on Radar,
Albert Ayler,
Country Teasers,
Nils Olav,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Severed Heads,
Barrington Levy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eli Mardock,
John Holt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lower 48,
Eric Dolphy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eurythmics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agitation Free,
The Names,
The Techniques,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Flag,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arthur Verocai,
Section 25,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths,
Archie Shepp,
Hot Snakes,
Drexciya,
Subhumans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Desert Stars,
Au Pairs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siglo XX,
Franke,
Sun City Girls,
Flipper,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.