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 Serbia and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Average White Band to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Terry Callier,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Near,
Camouflage,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Icehouse,
Negative Approach,
Thee Headcoats,
Harmonia,
The Cowsills,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
Alton Ellis,
Kayak,
Lucky Dragons,
The Music Machine,
Marine Girls,
The Fortunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pagans,
Y Pants,
Infiniti,
Gang of Four,
The Pretty Things,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
ABC,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton,
Agitation Free,
Rites of Spring,
Mantronix,
Lungfish,
Althea and Donna,
Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
The Skatalites,
Banda Bassotti,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues,
The Fuzztones,
Cybotron,
The Remains,
Moby Grape,
Kaleidoscope,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
Arab on Radar,
Peter & Gordon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.