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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Make Up 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Agent Orange,
Ice-T,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pole,
The Remains,
JFA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
Oneida,
Brick,
The Modern Lovers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rekid,
Max Romeo,
Roxette,
Letta Mbulu,
Hashim,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
kango's stein massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stereo Dub,
Unwound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Circle Jerks,
The Dead C,
The Misunderstood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Wyatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
K-Klass,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Procol Harum,
Donald Byrd,
Television,
The Martian,
Warren Ellis,
Black Moon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Wake,
DJ Style,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skriet,
Josef K,
Avey Tare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joey Negro,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Velvet Underground,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.