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 Tunisia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
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 harpsichord 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 Happenings to the funk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
Reagan Youth,
Masters at Work,
Roxette,
The New Christs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Techniques,
Urselle,
One Last Wish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Barracudas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slave,
Zapp,
Malaria!,
Pantaleimon,
David McCallum,
Moss Icon,
Panda Bear,
Carl Craig,
Grauzone,
Bang On A Can,
The American Breed,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smoke,
Chris Corsano,
Lalann,
The Tremeloes,
Qualms,
The Doobie Brothers,
LL Cool J,
The Neon Judgement,
Infiniti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donald Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Association,
Sunsets and Hearts,
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
ABC,
Joey Negro,
Susan Cadogan,
The Durutti Column,
T. Rex,
the Human League,
The Associates,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sandy B,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
cv313,
Steve Hackett,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.