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 Benin and from Accra.
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 Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Aaron Thompson to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Radiohead,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television,
The Angels of Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aural Exciters,
Max Romeo,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Christie,
The Black Dice,
Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Barrington Levy,
Accadde A,
Infiniti,
Carl Craig,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Magma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sällskapet,
Scion,
Isaac Hayes,
The Beau Brummels,
X-102,
The Mummies,
Easy Going,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Hill,
Metal Thangz,
Lakeside,
Motorama,
Babytalk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers,
Average White Band,
Massinfluence,
Pantytec,
Subhumans,
Con Funk Shun,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cowsills,
Crime,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.