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 Fiji and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scan 7 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Moon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liliput,
Drexciya,
The Leaves,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nirvana,
The Stooges,
The Fuzztones,
Yellowson,
Barry Ungar,
Easy Going,
Das Ding,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radio Birdman,
Dead Boys,
ABC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Make Up,
Sällskapet,
The Misunderstood,
The Kinks,
Inner City,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Flag,
Bad Manners,
New Order,
Delta 5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Shoche,
Metal Thangz,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris & Cosey,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Hill,
Dual Sessions,
The Mummies,
The Tremeloes,
The Pretty Things,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
Hardrive,
Circle Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Standells,
Rufus Thomas,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.