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 Micronesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Monolake to the techno 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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Mark Hollis,
Cameo,
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
This Heat,
Ken Boothe,
Ultra Naté,
Wally Richardson,
Silicon Teens,
Whodini,
The Music Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drexciya,
Rod Modell,
Fela Kuti,
Public Enemy,
Glenn Branca,
Nils Olav,
Pussy Galore,
Ronnie Foster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Darondo,
AZ,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Procol Harum,
Bill Wells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mr. Review,
Skriet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gap Band,
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Wyatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Order,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terry Callier,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang On A Can,
Roxette,
Popol Vuh,
Blake Baxter,
Brass Construction,
Nik Kershaw,
The Zeros,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anakelly,
Television Personalities,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.