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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Dorothy Ashby to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
David Axelrod,
Supertramp,
Moby Grape,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Scrapy,
Dark Day,
Thompson Twins,
Slave,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eli Mardock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Negative Approach,
Hardrive,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
The Pop Group,
The Knickerbockers,
Archie Shepp,
Morten Harket,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funkadelic,
Wolf Eyes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Franke,
Eddi Front,
Bill Wells,
The Cowsills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
The Sound,
KRS-One,
Skarface,
The Standells,
L. Decosne,
Scientists,
The Blues Magoos,
The Count Five,
The Tremeloes,
Jacques Brel,
Alphaville,
Audionom,
Cymande,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
Rod Modell,
Leonard Cohen,
John Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Unrelated Segments,
Freddie Wadling,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mandrill,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.