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 Poland and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gories to the funk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Das Ding,
The Moleskins,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
Country Teasers,
Lalann,
Basic Channel,
Joensuu 1685,
Faust,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Near,
Flipper,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Sherman,
The Toasters,
Slick Rick,
Public Image Ltd.,
U.S. Maple,
Ituana,
Moby Grape,
ABC,
Juan Atkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Accadde A,
Visage,
Eric Copeland,
Malaria!,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Television,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Suburban Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Mars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rufus Thomas,
Dave Gahan,
Connie Case,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Au Pairs,
Y Pants,
Fear,
Procol Harum,
ABBA,
Marmalade,
The Red Krayola,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.