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 St Lucia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Zeros,
Trumans Water,
Ohio Players,
F. McDonald,
Nick Fraelich,
Schoolly D,
Suicide,
Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Sight & Sound,
Gong,
Little Man,
Sällskapet,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Mark Hollis,
Lucky Dragons,
PIL,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ten City,
Moss Icon,
Pylon,
Black Flag,
Davy DMX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Morten Harket,
T.S.O.L.,
The Victims,
DJ Style,
L. Decosne,
Television,
Angry Samoans,
Eurythmics,
Scratch Acid,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Aswad,
Boz Scaggs,
The Velvet Underground,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Motions,
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano,
Animal Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smiths,
The New Christs,
Icehouse,
Gichy Dan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fugazi,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.