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 Suriname and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arcadia to the jazz 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Smiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Whodini,
Rod Modell,
Talk Talk,
Siglo XX,
Robert Wyatt,
Clear Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Panda Bear,
Spandau Ballet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yazoo,
Marmalade,
Gang Green,
Model 500,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Popol Vuh,
The Black Dice,
Masters at Work,
Average White Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Accadde A,
Inner City,
Bobby Womack,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Tres Demented,
Drexciya,
Magma,
Susan Cadogan,
the Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Bananas,
FM Einheit,
Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Roxette,
Fela Kuti,
The Pretty Things,
Suburban Knight,
The Cramps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Q65,
Nirvana,
Henry Cow,
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas,
Chris Corsano,
Easy Going,
Matthew Bourne,
Vainqueur,
Arab on Radar,
June Days,
Qualms,
KRS-One,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.