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 Liberia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bar-Kays to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Ultra Naté,
Bauhaus,
Index,
Ten City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marmalade,
Skaos,
The Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-Ray Spex,
Babytalk,
Rekid,
Joey Negro,
Donny Hathaway,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Laurel Aitken,
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kurtis Blow,
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
Television,
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delta 5,
Wings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pere Ubu,
Blancmange,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
Fluxion,
Connie Case,
Magma,
Bobby Womack,
Cluster,
Cal Tjader,
the Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cowsills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Tears for Fears,
Yusef Lateef,
Popol Vuh,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Trojans,
Deepchord,
DJ Style,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.