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 Australia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fluxion to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacques Brel,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare,
Sparks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alison Limerick,
Easy Going,
Hardrive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camberwell Now,
Sarah Menescal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Leaves,
The Stooges,
FM Einheit,
The Birthday Party,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cowsills,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronnie Foster,
The Skatalites,
Maleditus Sound,
Cybotron,
Donald Byrd,
The Fugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
EPMD,
F. McDonald,
Livin' Joy,
Organ,
These Immortal Souls,
Sight & Sound,
The Remains,
The Count Five,
Scan 7,
Ornette Coleman,
The New Christs,
MDC,
DNA,
Rites of Spring,
Rapeman,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Clear Light,
Los Fastidios,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Model 500,
Lungfish,
E-Dancer,
Echospace,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.