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 Azerbaijan and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
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 harpsichord 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Groovy Waters,
Fluxion,
Cheater Slicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Don Cherry,
Piero Umiliani,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat,
Quantec,
The Names,
A Certain Ratio,
Interpol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Prince Buster,
Lou Christie,
Moss Icon,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
Boz Scaggs,
Albert Ayler,
Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Quadrant,
Goldenarms,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Basic Channel,
Rotary Connection,
The Pop Group,
Sugar Minott,
Funkadelic,
Easy Going,
Main Source,
The Gap Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gong,
The Trojans,
Newcleus,
John Foxx,
This Heat,
Fugazi,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Ohio Players,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Bar-Kays,
Morten Harket,
Skaos,
Jacob Miller,
Second Layer,
Pole,
Television,
Average White Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.