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 Indonesia and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Eric Dolphy to the rock 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Yellowson,
Bob Dylan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sex Pistols,
Minnie Riperton,
Eli Mardock,
Ultravox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Parrish,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Star Department,
Popol Vuh,
Kerri Chandler,
Sugar Minott,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Max Romeo,
Anakelly,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gap Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Residents,
The Smoke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Mills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moss Icon,
Monolake,
Eden Ahbez,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monochrome Set,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Lynne,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Smog,
Maurizio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Charles Mingus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mad Mike,
Funkadelic,
Davy DMX,
Second Layer,
Idris Muhammad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.