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 Croatia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Soulsonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Inner City,
Fad Gadget,
Siglo XX,
Main Source,
Franke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Association,
Oneida,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris Corsano,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gories,
Joe Smooth,
Erasure,
Animal Collective,
Jawbox,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stiv Bators,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
Fatback Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Motions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Y Pants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Carl Craig,
Cymande,
The Velvet Underground,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
Mars,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pagans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Japan,
Letta Mbulu,
The Martian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sam Rivers,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gladiators,
Grey Daturas,
Kaleidoscope,
The Neon Judgement,
Neu!,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.