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 Cambodia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Delon & Dalcan to the disco 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Bluetip,
Negative Approach,
The Doors,
Grey Daturas,
Lower 48,
Boz Scaggs,
Fatback Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Hood,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed,
Peter and Kerry,
Lucky Dragons,
Monolake,
Joey Negro,
Chris Corsano,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Animal Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sixth Finger,
the Sonics,
The Techniques,
Au Pairs,
John Holt,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Leonard Cohen,
Yaz,
The Searchers,
Aural Exciters,
Warsaw,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Terry,
The Mummies,
Mandrill,
Nico,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young,
Audionom,
Kool Moe Dee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
OOIOO,
The Dead C,
Scion,
Wally Richardson,
Hardrive,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.