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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Mandrill to the funk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
DNA,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
Quadrant,
Iggy Pop,
Liliput,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultra Naté,
Main Source,
Shuggie Otis,
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
David McCallum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Bananas,
June Days,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker,
Gabor Szabo,
The Evens,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cal Tjader,
The Saints,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Don Cherry,
DJ Sneak,
The Dave Clark Five,
10cc,
K-Klass,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ice-T,
The Black Dice,
Gichy Dan,
Interpol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
Crash Course in Science,
Smog,
The Smoke,
Popol Vuh,
Girls At Our Best!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Duran Duran,
Angry Samoans,
Spoonie Gee,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.