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 Cape Verde and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
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 oboe 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 ABBA to the electroclash 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Model 500,
The Black Dice,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fuzztones,
Moebius,
Barry Ungar,
kango's stein massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Brass Construction,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cybotron,
the Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Almond,
L. Decosne,
PIL,
Kool Moe Dee,
Porter Ricks,
Junior Murvin,
Suicide,
Amon Düül II,
The Durutti Column,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Don Cherry,
Howard Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blake Baxter,
Agent Orange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Flag,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
The Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Görl,
Wings,
Fela Kuti,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Circle Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Talk Talk,
Scan 7,
Theoretical Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Average White Band,
Skriet,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül,
Crime,
Silicon Teens,
Mandrill,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.