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 Bolivia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric Copeland to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Blues Magoos,
June Days,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erykah Badu,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Archie Shepp,
Royal Trux,
The Associates,
Fela Kuti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
JFA,
Donny Hathaway,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brass Construction,
Barrington Levy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moleskins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Dawn Penn,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yazoo,
Ohio Players,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring,
Stiv Bators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mandrill,
The United States of America,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zapp,
Todd Rundgren,
The Count Five,
U.S. Maple,
Sister Nancy,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Robert Hood,
Byron Stingily,
Gastr Del Sol,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Real Kids,
Negative Approach,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hardrive,
The Dead C,
Joensuu 1685,
Moby Grape,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funkadelic,
The Trojans,
Mission of Burma,
a-ha,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.