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 Iran and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 X-102 to the crunk 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Infiniti,
Ituana,
Altered Images,
John Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Yaz,
Glambeats Corp.,
L. Decosne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Average White Band,
Essential Logic,
June of 44,
Skriet,
Soft Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Urselle,
Alphaville,
Deepchord,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fortunes,
Juan Atkins,
Basic Channel,
Carl Craig,
E-Dancer,
Boz Scaggs,
The Velvet Underground,
Scrapy,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young,
The Invisible,
Camouflage,
The Slits,
Faraquet,
Grey Daturas,
JFA,
Inner City,
Moebius,
ABBA,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
Schoolly D,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Talk Talk,
Excepter,
Todd Terry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
F. McDonald,
Accadde A,
Popol Vuh,
The Star Department,
Skaos,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.