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 Maldives and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Symarip to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Colin Newman,
ABBA,
Glenn Branca,
Bush Tetras,
MC5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Evens,
the Association,
Rites of Spring,
Sound Behaviour,
Oblivians,
Vainqueur,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
Yaz,
Ultravox,
Robert Görl,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Silicon Teens,
Chris Corsano,
Cheater Slicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cal Tjader,
Pagans,
Schoolly D,
Scratch Acid,
Slave,
The Raincoats,
In Retrospect,
New Order,
Andrew Hill,
FM Einheit,
Liliput,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slits,
Gang of Four,
Mars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Near,
Pylon,
Nils Olav,
Godley & Creme,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.