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 Lebanon 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 The Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Barbara Tucker,
Vainqueur,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
The Leaves,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
Ultra Naté,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Steve Hackett,
Roxy Music,
Oblivians,
The Cure,
D'Angelo,
The Moleskins,
Danielle Patucci,
Goldenarms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hoover,
Suburban Knight,
Marine Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roger Hodgson,
David McCallum,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Arthur Verocai,
Davy DMX,
Tears for Fears,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Infiniti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Don Cherry,
Prince Buster,
the Association,
Hardrive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funkadelic,
The Index,
Neu!,
Thompson Twins,
Surgeon,
Bluetip,
The Happenings,
The New Christs,
Deadbeat,
L. Decosne,
The Misunderstood,
John Holt,
Mission of Burma,
Qualms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.