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 Nauru and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 The Sound to the jazz 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Negative Approach,
Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Make Up,
Royal Trux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
The Birthday Party,
Hoover,
Kerri Chandler,
Brick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Steve Hackett,
Davy DMX,
Black Bananas,
Bob Dylan,
Arcadia,
Faraquet,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Basic Channel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moby Grape,
Outsiders,
Moebius,
Cameo,
Audionom,
The Busters,
Eddi Front,
Model 500,
Icehouse,
Erasure,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Halsall,
Scan 7,
Minnie Riperton,
Alton Ellis,
Y Pants,
Bronski Beat,
June Days,
Jacques Brel,
Ronan,
Underground Resistance,
Cal Tjader,
Smog,
The Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Fraelich,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Fugazi,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.