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 Benin and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Drive Like Jehu to the jazz 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Jandek,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fugs,
Intrusion,
Bill Near,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Index,
John Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maleditus Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Ossler,
Minny Pops,
Fugazi,
Lindisfarne,
Magma,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monks,
Smog,
Johnny Clarke,
Saccharine Trust,
E-Dancer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Bar-Kays,
Yazoo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Althea and Donna,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Lynne,
T. Rex,
Nas,
New Order,
The J.B.'s,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bob Dylan,
Laurel Aitken,
Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Reagan Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Outsiders,
Terry Callier,
Boz Scaggs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amazonics,
the Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Silicon Teens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pierre Henry,
The Toasters,
The Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.