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 East Timor and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 The Buckinghams to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
the Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Barry Ungar,
Smog,
Television Personalities,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sparks,
Das Ding,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tres Demented,
Spandau Ballet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crash Course in Science,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
Fluxion,
Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Minny Pops,
Brick,
Bronski Beat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arcadia,
E-Dancer,
Supertramp,
Y Pants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
In Retrospect,
The Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
The Misunderstood,
James White and The Blacks,
Joey Negro,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amazonics,
The Saints,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül II,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Wyatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harry Pussy,
AZ,
The Music Machine,
Colin Newman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jawbox,
Scratch Acid,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.