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 Cyprus and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nils Olav to the electroclash 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Pole,
Supertramp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agent Orange,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Alton Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Parry Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Pere Ubu,
Radiohead,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mr. Review,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxette,
Scion,
Lyres,
Lakeside,
The Red Krayola,
New Age Steppers,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Finger,
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Loose Ends,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Terry,
MDC,
Dennis Brown,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter and Kerry,
Livin' Joy,
Stetsasonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shoche,
Sister Nancy,
Danielle Patucci,
Morten Harket,
The Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra,
Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Eddi Front,
China Crisis,
Nils Olav,
Man Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
David Bowie,
Duran Duran,
Sandy B,
T. Rex,
Kaleidoscope,
Donald Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.