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 Cuba and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Shuggie Otis to the jazz 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps 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?
Liliput,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Little Man,
the Normal,
Ultra Naté,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Al Stewart,
Rufus Thomas,
Maurizio,
The Misunderstood,
Amazonics,
Jeff Lynne,
The Count Five,
The Gories,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Black Dice,
Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unwound,
Michelle Simonal,
R.M.O.,
Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Piero Umiliani,
Scrapy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Flag,
Vladislav Delay,
JFA,
Faust,
Alton Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultravox,
The Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Erykah Badu,
Donald Byrd,
John Cale,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Bourne,
Circle Jerks,
Marine Girls,
The Evens,
Tres Demented,
CMW,
Idris Muhammad,
Kurtis Blow,
a-ha,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doors,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brand Nubian,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.