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 Dominica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
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 Leaves to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Depeche Mode,
UT,
Stiv Bators,
Black Flag,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boredoms,
Ponytail,
Max Romeo,
Das Ding,
Lucky Dragons,
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
Sun City Girls,
Bluetip,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
KRS-One,
The Pretty Things,
James White and The Blacks,
John Holt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio,
The Star Department,
Jeff Lynne,
Con Funk Shun,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Stooges,
Young Marble Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nils Olav,
Accadde A,
Excepter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Foxx,
Khruangbin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Young Rascals,
The Standells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television Personalities,
Monolake,
Rekid,
The Evens,
Kerrie Biddell,
cv313,
Make Up,
Deakin,
The Leaves,
Bauhaus,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.