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 Uganda and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gong to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Michelle Simonal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eurythmics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oblivians,
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brothers Johnson,
Yusef Lateef,
Althea and Donna,
The Raincoats,
Stereo Dub,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Henry Cow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shoche,
T. Rex,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cameo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Selecter,
Archie Shepp,
The Stooges,
Bob Dylan,
The Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Hardrive,
Albert Ayler,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Technova,
Mars,
The American Breed,
Monolake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Urselle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Franke,
The Beau Brummels,
Mark Hollis,
Bronski Beat,
Radio Birdman,
The Cowsills,
Mad Mike,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erasure,
Scratch Acid,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.