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 Syria 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Con Funk Shun,
Intrusion,
The Dead C,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul II Soul,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ten City,
Carl Craig,
OOIOO,
Danielle Patucci,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Clear Light,
Duran Duran,
Little Man,
June of 44,
Bobby Sherman,
Scan 7,
Mission of Burma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siglo XX,
Iggy Pop,
Heaven 17,
Scientists,
Gang Green,
Eve St. Jones,
Deadbeat,
Kas Product,
Byron Stingily,
Talk Talk,
Radio Birdman,
Sandy B,
Monolake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anthony Braxton,
David McCallum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharoah Sanders,
kango's stein massive,
The Associates,
The Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Tim Buckley,
The Angels of Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donny Hathaway,
John Lydon,
The Names,
Swans,
Pole,
Letta Mbulu,
David Axelrod,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.