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 Kuwait and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Essential Logic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Organ,
Marmalade,
Sight & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Dual Sessions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Vogues,
Nas,
Fatback Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eve St. Jones,
Infiniti,
the Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
Loose Ends,
The Barracudas,
ABBA,
Gang Green,
X-101,
Curtis Mayfield,
Toni Rubio,
Archie Shepp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thompson Twins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rod Modell,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
Grauzone,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neu!,
Warren Ellis,
Dark Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick Morgan,
Camberwell Now,
Sixth Finger,
Flipper,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Altered Images,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Byron Stingily,
The Flesh Eaters,
Susan Cadogan,
Shuggie Otis,
Janne Schatter,
UT,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Juan Atkins,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.