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 Azerbaijan and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gichy Dan to the crunk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Audionom,
H. Thieme,
Sonic Youth,
The Count Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warsaw,
10cc,
Terry Callier,
The Fuzztones,
World's Most,
Aloha Tigers,
Boz Scaggs,
Thompson Twins,
James White and The Blacks,
Dark Day,
Brick,
Pere Ubu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxy Music,
Ultravox,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roger Hodgson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arthur Verocai,
Suburban Knight,
Slave,
Cheater Slicks,
Rites of Spring,
Funkadelic,
Aaron Thompson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
MC5,
Make Up,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stereo Dub,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Order,
Minor Threat,
The Techniques,
Gang Starr,
Quadrant,
Alison Limerick,
Cymande,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Foxx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thee Headcoats,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.