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 Ethiopia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Funky Four + One to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
E-Dancer,
Audionom,
Lyres,
Alton Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Niagra,
Buzzcocks,
Wasted Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang On A Can,
June Days,
Michelle Simonal,
Fela Kuti,
Pylon,
Agitation Free,
Barry Ungar,
The Kinks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wire,
John Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ludus,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smoke,
R.M.O.,
Sonic Youth,
The Cure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Sherman,
Inner City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cymande,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
Whodini,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moody Blues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronan,
Q and Not U,
China Crisis,
John Holt,
Junior Murvin,
The Residents,
Angry Samoans,
Alison Limerick,
Suicide,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.