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 Palau and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Blossom Toes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Q and Not U,
Minor Threat,
Pylon,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dead C,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultra Naté,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magazine,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Human League,
the Swans,
John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Intrusion,
John Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moody Blues,
Harry Pussy,
A Certain Ratio,
Metal Thangz,
Malaria!,
Johnny Clarke,
The New Christs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James White and The Blacks,
Marvin Gaye,
Main Source,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
Boz Scaggs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Last Poets,
DNA,
the Human League,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Sherman,
Smog,
AZ,
Jerry's Kids,
In Retrospect,
Ultravox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare,
Subhumans,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
Lindisfarne,
Alice Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.