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 Brunei and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Martian to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick Morgan,
David Axelrod,
Ultravox,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
Toni Rubio,
Parry Music,
Groovy Waters,
The Pop Group,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
Severed Heads,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deepchord,
Dark Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Faust,
The Searchers,
Blossom Toes,
Absolute Body Control,
Tres Demented,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wolf Eyes,
The Motions,
The Wake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skriet,
Boredoms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dead C,
Zero Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
LL Cool J,
The Knickerbockers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rotary Connection,
Pylon,
Qualms,
Inner City,
David Bowie,
Hot Snakes,
Jacques Brel,
Aaron Thompson,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mummies,
Pulsallama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Fraelich,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.