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 Netherlands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Last Poets to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Real Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Near,
Pere Ubu,
Howard Jones,
Soft Machine,
Adolescents,
Vladislav Delay,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Danielle Patucci,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
The Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare,
Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Man Eating Sloth,
Make Up,
John Holt,
Country Teasers,
Max Romeo,
Eurythmics,
Grey Daturas,
Livin' Joy,
Cecil Taylor,
Hashim,
Alison Limerick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
Ohio Players,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DNA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Motions,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry's Kids,
Scratch Acid,
The Moody Blues,
Yellowson,
Qualms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brick,
Magma,
Arab on Radar,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Clarke,
The Wake,
Pulsallama,
Roger Hodgson,
Glenn Branca,
Black Flag,
Rapeman,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.