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 Angola and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Ronan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Funky Four + One,
Steve Hackett,
Hasil Adkins,
Sixth Finger,
The Residents,
The Seeds,
Mandrill,
JFA,
Eli Mardock,
MC5,
Accadde A,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marine Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mantronix,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fuzztones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Machine,
The Slits,
Lower 48,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
Livin' Joy,
The Motions,
Suicide,
Amazonics,
Pantytec,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
Fad Gadget,
Pussy Galore,
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronan,
Gang Green,
Cybotron,
Cymande,
Joyce Sims,
Grauzone,
The Doors,
The Index,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alison Limerick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Desert Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
kango's stein massive,
Sun City Girls,
John Holt,
Gong,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.