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 Cuba and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Connie Case to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
Livin' Joy,
The Searchers,
Interpol,
Harmonia,
Stiv Bators,
EPMD,
Davy DMX,
Depeche Mode,
Eden Ahbez,
Rekid,
Scott Walker,
Laurel Aitken,
Sandy B,
Sonny Sharrock,
Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television Personalities,
Wally Richardson,
The Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
Eric Dolphy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Henry Cow,
The Barracudas,
The Pretty Things,
New York Dolls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Section 25,
Grauzone,
New Order,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
Delon & Dalcan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
Ice-T,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
FM Einheit,
Todd Rundgren,
The Techniques,
The Index,
June Days,
Radiohead,
Chris Corsano,
The Motions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Minutemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Ossler,
Au Pairs,
Bush Tetras,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.