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 Thailand and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Banda Bassotti to the rock 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Youth Brigade,
Ice-T,
Sun City Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Saints,
The Gladiators,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Henry Cow,
Wolf Eyes,
Crash Course in Science,
Lyres,
Pole,
Amon Düül,
Duran Duran,
Marmalade,
Piero Umiliani,
Massinfluence,
Arthur Verocai,
Quando Quango,
The Modern Lovers,
Unrelated Segments,
Yaz,
Marc Almond,
Malaria!,
Graham Central Station,
Sällskapet,
The New Christs,
Robert Görl,
Tim Buckley,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang On A Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dirtbombs,
Monolake,
Neil Young,
Shuggie Otis,
The Real Kids,
Index,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
Make Up,
The Moleskins,
David Axelrod,
Average White Band,
Alphaville,
The Angels of Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deakin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.