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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Supertramp to the grunge 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Holt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fat Boys,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vladislav Delay,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Black Dice,
The Tremeloes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers,
Aloha Tigers,
Scientists,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Khruangbin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brand Nubian,
Infiniti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minutemen,
Yaz,
Stereo Dub,
Underground Resistance,
Pylon,
Lou Reed,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Age Steppers,
Siglo XX,
The Doobie Brothers,
The United States of America,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Sneak,
Bluetip,
Mars,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare,
Rod Modell,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Womack,
Terry Callier,
Japan,
Skriet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doors,
The Names,
the Germs,
The Busters,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.