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 Albania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Khruangbin to the punk 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Evens,
John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Happenings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New York Dolls,
The Zeros,
June Days,
Eric B and Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
X-Ray Spex,
Silicon Teens,
Ossler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra,
John Foxx,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
Blancmange,
Depeche Mode,
Schoolly D,
Derrick May,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arthur Verocai,
Ornette Coleman,
Duran Duran,
The Offenders,
F. McDonald,
Guru Guru,
The Busters,
Kayak,
Monks,
Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Germs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Count Five,
Television Personalities,
Ronan,
Eric Dolphy,
Barrington Levy,
Deepchord,
Archie Shepp,
The Smiths,
Dark Day,
R.M.O.,
Minnie Riperton,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
Sarah Menescal,
The Toasters,
Gong,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Vogues,
Whodini,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.