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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Smiths to the jazz 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABBA,
The Leaves,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Motorama,
Camberwell Now,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
Pagans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
The Blues Magoos,
Fad Gadget,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
La Düsseldorf,
New York Dolls,
Thee Headcoats,
Cybotron,
Fear,
Sonic Youth,
Inner City,
Magazine,
The Velvet Underground,
Main Source,
Television Personalities,
Ronnie Foster,
Darondo,
Can,
The Standells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Subhumans,
Newcleus,
Spoonie Gee,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxy Music,
Icehouse,
Monks,
The Last Poets,
Pierre Henry,
Lalann,
DNA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quantec,
Brick,
Barrington Levy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skaos,
Cluster,
Skriet,
Johnny Clarke,
U.S. Maple,
The Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.