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 Comoros and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Ultimate Spinach to the funk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Trumans Water,
Zapp,
Accadde A,
John Coltrane,
the Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronan,
Pierre Henry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amazonics,
Sam Rivers,
Harry Pussy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Scan 7,
Unwound,
Joy Division,
One Last Wish,
Mark Hollis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Archie Shepp,
Fear,
The Sound,
Black Flag,
The Five Americans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacob Miller,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Pagans,
the Association,
Al Stewart,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Copeland,
The Skatalites,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angry Samoans,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
Warsaw,
Altered Images,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visage,
Yaz,
Sugar Minott,
The Count Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sex Pistols,
Reagan Youth,
Simply Red,
Black Pus,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.