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 St Lucia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Mars to the grime 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tears for Fears,
The Toasters,
Silicon Teens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs,
Qualms,
Gang of Four,
T. Rex,
the Association,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tim Buckley,
Al Stewart,
Circle Jerks,
Technova,
Todd Terry,
UT,
Byron Stingily,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
The Barracudas,
L. Decosne,
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-101,
The Kinks,
The Dead C,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q65,
Popol Vuh,
The Happenings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Main Source,
Morten Harket,
Mr. Review,
B.T. Express,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Intrusion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mummies,
Pierre Henry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultravox,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.