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 Cuba and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Peter & Gordon to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Nik Kershaw,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
The Barracudas,
Barry Ungar,
Connie Case,
Infiniti,
Gichy Dan,
Jacques Brel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Golliwogs,
Black Pus,
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Sherman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
These Immortal Souls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
kango's stein massive,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantaleimon,
The Zeros,
Theoretical Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Bauhaus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Leaves,
The Invisible,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultravox,
Mark Hollis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monochrome Set,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tim Buckley,
Boz Scaggs,
Q65,
Sixth Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
OOIOO,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marmalade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Axelrod,
ABBA,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.