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 Denmark and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Remains to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Symarip,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joey Negro,
Byron Stingily,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Copeland,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Lynne,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Görl,
Popol Vuh,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Outsiders,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
The Gories,
The Motions,
MDC,
Ituana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Clear Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arcadia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Henry Cow,
Warsaw,
Iggy Pop,
Massinfluence,
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
Royal Trux,
Visage,
Joe Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Qualms,
Tommy Roe,
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
June of 44,
Rites of Spring,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oneida,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Roxy Music,
Kas Product,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Neon Judgement,
Marine Girls,
Underground Resistance,
The Fortunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agitation Free,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.