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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fuzztones to the disco 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Inner City,
Audionom,
cv313,
Heaven 17,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aaron Thompson,
Niagra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sarah Menescal,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
Scrapy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rotary Connection,
The Monochrome Set,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
Malaria!,
Supertramp,
Skarface,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quadrant,
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Angels of Light,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Green,
Skriet,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bronski Beat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronnie Foster,
Boredoms,
Urselle,
Donald Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
The Saints,
These Immortal Souls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
Marine Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.