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 Gambia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 H. Thieme to the disco 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Simply Red,
the Fania All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
The Standells,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiopuhelimet,
This Heat,
Mo-Dettes,
Oneida,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
10cc,
Scratch Acid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Litter,
Faust,
Ronan,
Organ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ituana,
The Remains,
Agent Orange,
Iggy Pop,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crooked Eye,
U.S. Maple,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erasure,
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons,
Freddie Wadling,
Porter Ricks,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thompson Twins,
Siglo XX,
the Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Raincoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Divine Comedy,
Slave,
Moss Icon,
Nico,
Frankie Knuckles,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Shoche,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
R.M.O.,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.