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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vladislav Delay to the dance 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
MDC,
Easy Going,
Kas Product,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Near,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxette,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
Quantec,
David Bowie,
Adolescents,
B.T. Express,
Idris Muhammad,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Sherman,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arab on Radar,
Kayak,
Lightning Bolt,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fuzztones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q and Not U,
Yaz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crime,
The Moody Blues,
The Mojo Men,
F. McDonald,
Ronnie Foster,
Schoolly D,
The Cowsills,
Wolf Eyes,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Trumans Water,
Section 25,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doors,
Judy Mowatt,
Crooked Eye,
June Days,
Alton Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.