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 Montenegro and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Moss Icon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Siglo XX,
Newcleus,
Alphaville,
Motorama,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Symarip,
Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Rundgren,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young,
The Real Kids,
Yellowson,
Pantytec,
Clear Light,
Average White Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
Pulsallama,
Piero Umiliani,
Sarah Menescal,
World's Most,
Shuggie Otis,
Juan Atkins,
PIL,
Maleditus Sound,
The Zeros,
Guru Guru,
Public Enemy,
the Association,
The Skatalites,
Radiopuhelimet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lyres,
Silicon Teens,
Depeche Mode,
Scion,
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül II,
Lalo Schifrin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scientists,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico,
Amon Düül,
Duran Duran,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Outsiders,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Wyatt,
Steve Hackett,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.