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 Tajikistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Y Pants to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Hood,
The Leaves,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Music Machine,
MDC,
The J.B.'s,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry's Kids,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül II,
The Evens,
Qualms,
UT,
Bush Tetras,
John Cale,
R.M.O.,
The Blues Magoos,
The Golliwogs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funky Four + One,
a-ha,
The Grass Roots,
Susan Cadogan,
Television Personalities,
Curtis Mayfield,
Animal Collective,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantaleimon,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fatback Band,
Goldenarms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Copeland,
Fad Gadget,
Isaac Hayes,
Von Mondo,
Underground Resistance,
The Fugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.