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 Philippines and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 OOIOO to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange,
Zapp,
Yazoo,
Pulsallama,
Morten Harket,
Slick Rick,
Leonard Cohen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Style,
Livin' Joy,
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
Mad Mike,
Bill Wells,
The Star Department,
The American Breed,
Maleditus Sound,
The Residents,
Erykah Badu,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Adolescents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Teasers,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Main Source,
Graham Central Station,
The Moleskins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Clear Light,
The Gap Band,
Cybotron,
Mark Hollis,
Suicide,
The Vogues,
Yusef Lateef,
10cc,
FM Einheit,
Unwound,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
Dennis Brown,
One Last Wish,
The Trojans,
Bobby Sherman,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
The Smoke,
The Tremeloes,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
Ice-T,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.