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 Dominica and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 The Cowsills to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Sound Behaviour,
Kas Product,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultra Naté,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Excepter,
Johnny Clarke,
Absolute Body Control,
The Residents,
The Sound,
Sandy B,
Crash Course in Science,
Chrome,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tommy Roe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cameo,
Bill Wells,
Jerry's Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Star Department,
Nas,
Suburban Knight,
Jandek,
Godley & Creme,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiohead,
Neil Young,
Aaron Thompson,
Agitation Free,
K-Klass,
Alice Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Mark Hollis,
The Durutti Column,
The Gun Club,
Marmalade,
Colin Newman,
Pole,
Boz Scaggs,
The Neon Judgement,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Duran Duran,
Royal Trux,
Rod Modell,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Average White Band,
Dark Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
Rapeman,
Faraquet,
Yellowson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
Crooked Eye,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.