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 Marshall Islands and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sparks to the jazz 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Yazoo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sandy B,
Kaleidoscope,
Saccharine Trust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fluxion,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blackbyrds,
Colin Newman,
Black Moon,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül II,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camberwell Now,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mummies,
Wally Richardson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
JFA,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gories,
The Litter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
Section 25,
The New Christs,
Max Romeo,
Soft Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Searchers,
Alice Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mars,
Negative Approach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Carl Craig,
The Remains,
Malaria!,
Au Pairs,
John Foxx,
Zero Boys,
Ituana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Junior Murvin,
John Holt,
Sam Rivers,
Rotary Connection,
Sight & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agent Orange,
Cal Tjader,
Deepchord,
Guru Guru,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.