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 Mauritius and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 U.S. Maple to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Lyres,
Liliput,
The Doobie Brothers,
David McCallum,
Rufus Thomas,
Zapp,
Second Layer,
Ponytail,
Throbbing Gristle,
Malaria!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fluxion,
Delta 5,
Little Man,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Dolphy,
Yusef Lateef,
X-Ray Spex,
Brass Construction,
Hardrive,
Bang On A Can,
Icehouse,
Oneida,
Symarip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Beau Brummels,
Mars,
Avey Tare,
Kayak,
Shoche,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Michelle Simonal,
Thompson Twins,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
MC5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lungfish,
The Grass Roots,
Scrapy,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
China Crisis,
Ludus,
Todd Rundgren,
The Index,
Franke,
The United States of America,
Neu!,
Cameo,
Piero Umiliani,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
The Wake,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.