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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Duran Duran to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Bang On A Can,
June Days,
Mary Jane Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Section 25,
Aloha Tigers,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
Unrelated Segments,
MDC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Toasters,
Flash Fearless,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q65,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Popol Vuh,
The Golliwogs,
Harmonia,
Von Mondo,
Ken Boothe,
Silicon Teens,
Dawn Penn,
Erasure,
Bush Tetras,
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacob Miller,
Thee Headcoats,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Ossler,
Crash Course in Science,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Leonard Cohen,
Goldenarms,
Brothers Johnson,
FM Einheit,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minnie Riperton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Trojans,
Pierre Henry,
The Remains,
Agent Orange,
Niagra,
Al Stewart,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.