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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Doobie Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Supertramp,
Roger Hodgson,
The Evens,
The Human League,
Q and Not U,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gregory Isaacs,
Albert Ayler,
Simply Red,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Lyres,
The Music Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deakin,
Country Teasers,
Procol Harum,
The Durutti Column,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donny Hathaway,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
Freddie Wadling,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cybotron,
The Litter,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure,
Malaria!,
Soul II Soul,
The Cowsills,
Neu!,
Bootsy Collins,
B.T. Express,
cv313,
EPMD,
Ken Boothe,
F. McDonald,
Gang of Four,
Moby Grape,
the Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siglo XX,
U.S. Maple,
Rapeman,
Flipper,
R.M.O.,
Althea and Donna,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cramps,
June of 44,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiohead,
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
Mandrill,
Colin Newman,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.