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 Italy and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 H. Thieme to the rock 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minnie Riperton,
Gabor Szabo,
New Age Steppers,
Lakeside,
H. Thieme,
Derrick May,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ludus,
Agent Orange,
Bluetip,
The Zeros,
The Martian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Smooth,
Whodini,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul II Soul,
Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Coltrane,
Mandrill,
The Happenings,
John Holt,
Barry Ungar,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
The Wake,
Erasure,
Aloha Tigers,
Ken Boothe,
Depeche Mode,
Reuben Wilson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scrapy,
Andrew Hill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moebius,
Iggy Pop,
LL Cool J,
Fort Wilson Riot,
One Last Wish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hoover,
Peter & Gordon,
The Beau Brummels,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yusef Lateef,
Rosa Yemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rites of Spring,
The Barracudas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DNA,
Barrington Levy,
Chrome,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.