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 Tanzania and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Con Funk Shun to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sight & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Görl,
Sällskapet,
the Germs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Hood,
Vladislav Delay,
Goldenarms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ponytail,
Pantytec,
Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Section 25,
Delon & Dalcan,
China Crisis,
In Retrospect,
The Count Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Henry Cow,
Sound Behaviour,
Marmalade,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
Fat Boys,
Terry Callier,
Joe Finger,
The Last Poets,
the Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
Bush Tetras,
Kerri Chandler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
New Order,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Alton Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Kas Product,
Frankie Knuckles,
Steve Hackett,
The Fuzztones,
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gun Club,
Severed Heads,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.