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 Monaco and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
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 spring reverb 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 Cal Tjader to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Move,
Mission of Burma,
Quantec,
Avey Tare,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Franke,
The Trojans,
Soul II Soul,
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angry Samoans,
The Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül II,
Arab on Radar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marmalade,
the Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
The Doors,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-102,
World's Most,
Electric Prunes,
New Order,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Connie Case,
June Days,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monolake,
Japan,
Organ,
Derrick Morgan,
Surgeon,
The Leaves,
LL Cool J,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Tremeloes,
UT,
Archie Shepp,
Ornette Coleman,
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
These Immortal Souls,
Cymande,
Youth Brigade,
Deadbeat,
The Victims,
The Index,
The Real Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.