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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Motorama to the crunk 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
MC5,
Barry Ungar,
Cecil Taylor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monochrome Set,
Ornette Coleman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rites of Spring,
the Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chrome,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lakeside,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Index,
Shoche,
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erasure,
the Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Michelle Simonal,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
The Happenings,
Minutemen,
Siglo XX,
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scion,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Dark Day,
Pagans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moby Grape,
the Human League,
Max Romeo,
Scan 7,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Joe & The Fish,
One Last Wish,
E-Dancer,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fluxion,
The Human League,
Das Ding,
Slave,
The Victims,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.