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 Laos and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Al Stewart to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Jacob Miller,
Average White Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Tom Boy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
Shoche,
Althea and Donna,
Arab on Radar,
Organ,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters,
Terry Callier,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Almond,
Rufus Thomas,
Slick Rick,
Slave,
the Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mission of Burma,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neu!,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sound,
Wire,
Television Personalities,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cheater Slicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
R.M.O.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monolake,
Cecil Taylor,
the Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Pylon,
Jerry's Kids,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eddi Front,
Smog,
Lucky Dragons,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moody Blues,
Anakelly,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ponytail,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Rundgren,
Procol Harum,
Camouflage,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.