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 Dominica 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the techno 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thee Headcoats,
Wally Richardson,
Suicide,
Chrome,
Los Fastidios,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fortunes,
The Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Aswad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
T. Rex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Depeche Mode,
Graham Central Station,
Dual Sessions,
Lindisfarne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Half Japanese,
Bush Tetras,
Japan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cameo,
The Misunderstood,
Eli Mardock,
Alison Limerick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
The Litter,
The Victims,
Donald Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Moon,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Star Department,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerrie Biddell,
Whodini,
The Zeros,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minutemen,
The Fugs,
Gong,
Eve St. Jones,
Marmalade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Dolphy,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.