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 Burundi 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
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 marimba 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the funk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Talk Talk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sound,
Quantec,
Grey Daturas,
MC5,
Swell Maps,
The Golliwogs,
The Cramps,
Gabor Szabo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun City Girls,
Outsiders,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
Lou Christie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yazoo,
Idris Muhammad,
Prince Buster,
The Fortunes,
John Holt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doors,
a-ha,
Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacob Miller,
48th St. Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Teasers,
Stereo Dub,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Don Cherry,
The Black Dice,
The Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Silicon Teens,
Television,
Franke,
Nick Fraelich,
Ossler,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aaron Thompson,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.