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 Comoros and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the crunk 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Sonny Sharrock,
Panda Bear,
Sex Pistols,
Lalo Schifrin,
Schoolly D,
The American Breed,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül II,
Von Mondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going,
Minor Threat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Audionom,
Pole,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fortunes,
Nirvana,
Stereo Dub,
June Days,
The J.B.'s,
The Cure,
Blossom Toes,
Das Ding,
Clear Light,
Funky Four + One,
The Knickerbockers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joey Negro,
Heaven 17,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Intrusion,
Tres Demented,
Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
Kerrie Biddell,
Youth Brigade,
Goldenarms,
Whodini,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
kango's stein massive,
Ohio Players,
Quando Quango,
Mad Mike,
Danielle Patucci,
Scion,
Jeff Mills,
Grey Daturas,
Sister Nancy,
Minny Pops,
Magma,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.