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 Costa Rica 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Soulsonic Force to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sisters of Mercy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Audionom,
Sun Ra,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Bourne,
Blancmange,
Jeff Mills,
Kenny Larkin,
The Young Rascals,
Joensuu 1685,
Archie Shepp,
Barrington Levy,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Joy Division,
The Slackers,
Darondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Colin Newman,
David Axelrod,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fortunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Ronan,
the Normal,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
Althea and Donna,
The Busters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Steve Hackett,
Bronski Beat,
X-Ray Spex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fall,
New Order,
Bluetip,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blackbyrds,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drexciya,
a-ha,
The Tremeloes,
Au Pairs,
The Misunderstood,
Porter Ricks,
Country Teasers,
Fear,
Gichy Dan,
Loose Ends,
Quantec,
Arcadia,
Shuggie Otis,
In Retrospect,
Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.