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 Antigua and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Black Moon to the dance 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
Connie Case,
Robert Görl,
the Association,
Arcadia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Graham Central Station,
In Retrospect,
Sister Nancy,
The Fall,
Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
The Cure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare,
Fluxion,
One Last Wish,
The Happenings,
Andrew Hill,
Minor Threat,
Audionom,
The Slits,
Erasure,
Masters at Work,
Bill Wells,
The Golliwogs,
Radio Birdman,
Moss Icon,
Brand Nubian,
Pole,
Adolescents,
Interpol,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Icehouse,
New Age Steppers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Zeros,
Alton Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Sight & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Birthday Party,
New York Dolls,
R.M.O.,
Fat Boys,
Black Pus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Banda Bassotti,
Anakelly,
Minny Pops,
Erykah Badu,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.