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 Croatia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Dice to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Heaven 17,
Basic Channel,
Sarah Menescal,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Model 500,
Lightning Bolt,
Lindisfarne,
Deepchord,
Scan 7,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Y Pants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Livin' Joy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Supertramp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yaz,
Agitation Free,
John Foxx,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Starr,
Barrington Levy,
Brass Construction,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra,
JFA,
The Mummies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pussy Galore,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Goldenarms,
James White and The Blacks,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
The Busters,
Scion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Franke,
X-102,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mantronix,
Eric Dolphy,
Cluster,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Finger,
Brick,
10cc,
Tubeway Army,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Easy Going,
Jeff Lynne,
H. Thieme,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.