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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Skarface to the grunge 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barry Ungar,
Laurel Aitken,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Essential Logic,
Agent Orange,
Juan Atkins,
Easy Going,
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Kas Product,
Eric Copeland,
Massinfluence,
The Remains,
The Monks,
The Real Kids,
Rapeman,
The Tremeloes,
Fela Kuti,
Joy Division,
Skriet,
Scan 7,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Walker Brothers,
The Count Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Gang Dance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Dawn Penn,
Interpol,
Thee Headcoats,
Icehouse,
Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris Corsano,
Josef K,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Move,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
Funkadelic,
Black Moon,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Swans,
Infiniti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Enemy,
Suicide,
Rufus Thomas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Metal Thangz,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.