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 Cape Verde and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Cale to the techno 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moebius,
The Moleskins,
The Gories,
Deakin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Motions,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon,
Fatback Band,
The Buckinghams,
UT,
Shuggie Otis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul II Soul,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Cybotron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rapeman,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bronski Beat,
Al Stewart,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arab on Radar,
Gong,
Jacques Brel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Leaves,
Moby Grape,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Christie,
The Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
LL Cool J,
Donny Hathaway,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Invisible,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Sherman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalann,
The Real Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tres Demented,
Minny Pops,
Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jawbox,
Rekid,
Inner City,
The Searchers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.