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 Libya and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary 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 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 Soul Sonic Force to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Arcadia,
Archie Shepp,
Siglo XX,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Sneak,
The Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
48th St. Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bauhaus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Negative Approach,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
Marcia Griffiths,
Godley & Creme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Eli Mardock,
The Martian,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dead C,
Toni Rubio,
Rapeman,
Fluxion,
The Birthday Party,
The Misunderstood,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Judy Mowatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacob Miller,
Juan Atkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Can,
Scott Walker,
Scion,
The Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hashim,
Dead Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
The Associates,
Aural Exciters,
The Durutti Column,
John Lydon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Massinfluence,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.