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 Papua New Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the techno 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T. Rex,
Rotary Connection,
Terry Callier,
The Fugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Prince Buster,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echospace,
Qualms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dawn Penn,
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monks,
Niagra,
Surgeon,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Los Fastidios,
Liliput,
Bootsy Collins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The United States of America,
Gastr Del Sol,
Underground Resistance,
Harmonia,
The Gap Band,
Mars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cymande,
Oblivians,
Derrick Morgan,
These Immortal Souls,
Technova,
Flipper,
Traffic Nightmare,
OOIOO,
Janne Schatter,
David Axelrod,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glenn Branca,
Quadrant,
Mo-Dettes,
Audionom,
Erykah Badu,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Wake,
Warren Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Eli Mardock,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.