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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
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 theremin 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 Moody Blues to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Rites of Spring,
Panda Bear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Residents,
Girls At Our Best!,
L. Decosne,
Mad Mike,
Pole,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
Smog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Easy Going,
Babytalk,
The Searchers,
A Certain Ratio,
K-Klass,
Funkadelic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pussy Galore,
Donald Byrd,
Symarip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Desert Stars,
Suburban Knight,
The Fall,
Ossler,
Matthew Bourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gap Band,
Ludus,
Swans,
Nils Olav,
Youth Brigade,
Accadde A,
Jacques Brel,
Technova,
Radiohead,
Maurizio,
Nick Fraelich,
Main Source,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kenny Larkin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
Lower 48,
MDC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brand Nubian,
Roger Hodgson,
Joensuu 1685,
Gerry Rafferty,
kango's stein massive,
B.T. Express,
Sex Pistols,
Japan,
Eden Ahbez,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.