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 Colombia and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Carl Craig,
Whodini,
Colin Newman,
Delta 5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bush Tetras,
The Martian,
Danielle Patucci,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Animal Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Names,
Mr. Review,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Grass Roots,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
FM Einheit,
Cluster,
Roxette,
OOIOO,
Steve Hackett,
Arthur Verocai,
Sixth Finger,
The Move,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Cale,
UT,
Eric Copeland,
Rapeman,
Donny Hathaway,
Heaven 17,
Banda Bassotti,
Skaos,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Bar-Kays,
Anthony Braxton,
Moby Grape,
The Monochrome Set,
Section 25,
The J.B.'s,
Depeche Mode,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Sonics,
Yazoo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scan 7,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
Morten Harket,
Nas,
James White and The Blacks,
Schoolly D,
Monks,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.