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 Grenada and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Funky Four + One to the grunge 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Sherman,
Drexciya,
Black Moon,
Trumans Water,
Minnie Riperton,
The Divine Comedy,
Infiniti,
Desert Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang of Four,
Wings,
Jeff Mills,
Girls At Our Best!,
10cc,
Nils Olav,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Popol Vuh,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warren Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camouflage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cowsills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
Laurel Aitken,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Theoretical Girls,
Intrusion,
June Days,
Marc Almond,
Urselle,
Anakelly,
B.T. Express,
Skriet,
Essential Logic,
Pantaleimon,
Interpol,
Metal Thangz,
Zapp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
E-Dancer,
Moebius,
Kayak,
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Holt,
Newcleus,
Barbara Tucker,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Wells,
Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Ronan,
Ten City,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.