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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rock 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
China Crisis,
Tubeway Army,
The American Breed,
Procol Harum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Barrington Levy,
Das Ding,
The Durutti Column,
Chris Corsano,
The Toasters,
Joey Negro,
La Düsseldorf,
Surgeon,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Mills,
Kurtis Blow,
The Real Kids,
Mission of Burma,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Iggy Pop,
The Birthday Party,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agent Orange,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Depeche Mode,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slackers,
Darondo,
The Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Evens,
Soft Machine,
the Normal,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Archie Shepp,
DNA,
cv313,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harry Pussy,
Gong,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.