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 East Timor and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lightning Bolt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
A Certain Ratio,
AZ,
China Crisis,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Moon,
Stereo Dub,
The Offenders,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Surgeon,
Cybotron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Pus,
Shuggie Otis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Almond,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donald Byrd,
Sparks,
Andrew Hill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
OOIOO,
Lou Christie,
John Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare,
Ken Boothe,
Henry Cow,
June of 44,
Joe Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camouflage,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T. Rex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minny Pops,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aaron Thompson,
Lindisfarne,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moody Blues,
Tom Boy,
Sällskapet,
Little Man,
Sugar Minott,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacob Miller,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Zapp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.