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 Fiji and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 Howard Jones to the dance 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Altered Images,
Warsaw,
Radiohead,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Audionom,
Urselle,
Supertramp,
Joe Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blake Baxter,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Dolphy,
Sound Behaviour,
KRS-One,
Derrick May,
Sam Rivers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glenn Branca,
Junior Murvin,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Rundgren,
the Germs,
Al Stewart,
Tears for Fears,
Rod Modell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Au Pairs,
10cc,
Symarip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cymande,
Fela Kuti,
Rites of Spring,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare,
The Happenings,
Hoover,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy Collins,
The Count Five,
Ohio Players,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magma,
Pole,
Lebanon Hanover,
The New Christs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric B and Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.