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 Greece and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 D'Angelo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Wings,
Joe Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
Von Mondo,
Harry Pussy,
Shuggie Otis,
Fatback Band,
Darondo,
the Normal,
the Association,
Popol Vuh,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker,
Anakelly,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
Lungfish,
Dual Sessions,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Youth Brigade,
Chris Corsano,
Pussy Galore,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
David McCallum,
Angry Samoans,
Liliput,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail,
Smog,
Fluxion,
Laurel Aitken,
Visage,
Minnie Riperton,
Deakin,
Ultra Naté,
Slave,
Bad Manners,
Isaac Hayes,
Byron Stingily,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Mills,
Quantec,
Ten City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Josef K,
Can,
Lower 48,
The Last Poets,
Motorama,
Unrelated Segments,
Vainqueur,
Connie Case,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.