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 Chad and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Kayak to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Robert Wyatt,
Yazoo,
Erasure,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc.,
Mr. Review,
the Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Wells,
Crooked Eye,
The Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aaron Thompson,
Sound Behaviour,
B.T. Express,
The Modern Lovers,
The Knickerbockers,
8 Eyed Spy,
JFA,
Aswad,
The Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mission of Burma,
Silicon Teens,
In Retrospect,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hot Snakes,
The Cowsills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Supertramp,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
Main Source,
Ronan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
AZ,
Robert Hood,
Sällskapet,
Ken Boothe,
Thompson Twins,
Roxette,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Can,
Intrusion,
Brothers Johnson,
the Slits,
Black Sheep,
Wasted Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.