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 Romania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
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 organ 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 Basic Channel to the rap 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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Cowsills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nils Olav,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drexciya,
Darondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Kayak,
Godley & Creme,
The Techniques,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Symarip,
Rufus Thomas,
Cybotron,
Roger Hodgson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Hasil Adkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
James White and The Blacks,
Albert Ayler,
Black Bananas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kenny Larkin,
U.S. Maple,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monks,
Ohio Players,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zero Boys,
Brick,
Rapeman,
Joensuu 1685,
Byron Stingily,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fatback Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DNA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Michelle Simonal,
Gichy Dan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Walker Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Pierre Henry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Misunderstood,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun City Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.