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 Slovenia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terry Callier to the jazz 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Aural Exciters,
The Young Rascals,
Slave,
DJ Sneak,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roger Hodgson,
B.T. Express,
Public Image Ltd.,
Main Source,
Bush Tetras,
A Certain Ratio,
The Techniques,
James White and The Blacks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yellowson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Laurel Aitken,
Mantronix,
Procol Harum,
Von Mondo,
Tubeway Army,
Radio Birdman,
The Fugs,
John Lydon,
Flipper,
Talk Talk,
Alison Limerick,
Black Moon,
The Wake,
Negative Approach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Prince Buster,
Barry Ungar,
Severed Heads,
Parry Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Star Department,
Cymande,
Essential Logic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed,
Deadbeat,
the Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Bauhaus,
Aloha Tigers,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Smooth,
Whodini,
Pierre Henry,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.