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 Libya and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Steve Hackett to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy Collins,
The Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Mills,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Womack,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Almond,
Heaven 17,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry's Kids,
Blancmange,
Deakin,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fluxion,
Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Q and Not U,
Tubeway Army,
Country Teasers,
Pussy Galore,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MDC,
Deadbeat,
Swans,
Ten City,
The Angels of Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Nils Olav,
Masters at Work,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mojo Men,
The Black Dice,
Eli Mardock,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül,
John Cale,
Simply Red,
Bob Dylan,
the Normal,
Agitation Free,
Scratch Acid,
Donald Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick May,
Angry Samoans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter & Gordon,
the Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.