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 Mongolia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bush Tetras,
Ronnie Foster,
Stetsasonic,
Schoolly D,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ice-T,
Flipper,
Alison Limerick,
Cybotron,
Gang Starr,
Moby Grape,
Blossom Toes,
Jandek,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gories,
Little Man,
The Red Krayola,
The Busters,
Isaac Hayes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Barracudas,
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
Don Cherry,
Eric Dolphy,
48th St. Collective,
The Tremeloes,
One Last Wish,
Massinfluence,
The Last Poets,
Urselle,
Deakin,
Cluster,
Rites of Spring,
Charles Mingus,
Khruangbin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Motions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Misunderstood,
Section 25,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Donald Byrd,
The Toasters,
Brand Nubian,
Hasil Adkins,
Bluetip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
This Heat,
Funky Four + One,
Eurythmics,
Mantronix,
Crime,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers,
Model 500,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.