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 Lesotho and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Camouflage to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Chris Corsano,
John Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
The Smiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Byron Stingily,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Japan,
Godley & Creme,
U.S. Maple,
Y Pants,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Sheep,
Shuggie Otis,
Tres Demented,
Yaz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Arab on Radar,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fear,
The Fuzztones,
Lalann,
Cal Tjader,
H. Thieme,
Tears for Fears,
Skriet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crash Course in Science,
Harpers Bizarre,
Colin Newman,
New Age Steppers,
Slick Rick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Das Ding,
Magma,
Brass Construction,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oneida,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.