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 Cyprus and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
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 synthesizer 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 Lalann to the funk 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Don Cherry,
Scrapy,
Liliput,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
10cc,
The Count Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Letta Mbulu,
The Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Mission of Burma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
This Heat,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Moon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Golliwogs,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monochrome Set,
Brothers Johnson,
The Invisible,
Amazonics,
KRS-One,
The Skatalites,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Trumans Water,
Terry Callier,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Saints,
Gong,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moby Grape,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alphaville,
Peter & Gordon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
In Retrospect,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
The Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Groovy Waters,
Funkadelic,
Todd Rundgren,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smiths,
Roxette,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.