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 Sweden and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 La Düsseldorf to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Groovy Waters,
Ken Boothe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Pagans,
Avey Tare,
Monks,
Nirvana,
Kas Product,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sex Pistols,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy Collins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronan,
Althea and Donna,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Skatalites,
Nick Fraelich,
Banda Bassotti,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Bourne,
Desert Stars,
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
Glambeats Corp.,
Make Up,
Smog,
Masters at Work,
Sight & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
Blancmange,
The Slits,
The Smoke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-102,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sister Nancy,
Carl Craig,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers,
Buzzcocks,
a-ha,
The Walker Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.