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 Bahrain and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gong to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Donny Hathaway,
the Human League,
The Index,
Bootsy Collins,
CMW,
Chris & Cosey,
Schoolly D,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fela Kuti,
Tres Demented,
The Zeros,
Eric Copeland,
Skriet,
Lalann,
Kayak,
Easy Going,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
Anthony Braxton,
The Remains,
the Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Popol Vuh,
Masters at Work,
Skarface,
the Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Al Stewart,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Technova,
Scion,
Eve St. Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
The Busters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Terry,
X-102,
Brass Construction,
Bluetip,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fall,
Pantytec,
Joensuu 1685,
New Order,
The Cure,
Loose Ends,
Section 25,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.