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 Luxembourg and from Glasgow.
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 Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Kurtis Blow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '80s 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 Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Monochrome Set,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Surgeon,
Das Ding,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
Boogie Down Productions,
Toni Rubio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Banda Bassotti,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
R.M.O.,
Sight & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Yazoo,
Carl Craig,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
Tomorrow,
The Gories,
The Mummies,
Camberwell Now,
Anakelly,
Whodini,
Jandek,
Slave,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cure,
Crash Course in Science,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smiths,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra,
Piero Umiliani,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Model 500,
Arcadia,
UT,
Suicide,
Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy,
Slick Rick,
Oneida,
The Cowsills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
Clear Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Niagra,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.