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 Micronesia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Simply Red 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
a-ha,
John Holt,
Leonard Cohen,
T. Rex,
DNA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q65,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare,
Marvin Gaye,
Sound Behaviour,
Nico,
The Smoke,
The Wake,
Marc Almond,
Technova,
Minutemen,
E-Dancer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eve St. Jones,
Carl Craig,
Robert Görl,
Fatback Band,
The Raincoats,
Barrington Levy,
X-101,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smiths,
Agent Orange,
DJ Sneak,
Glenn Branca,
D'Angelo,
Peter and Kerry,
Isaac Hayes,
Oblivians,
Mission of Burma,
Clear Light,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Bourne,
Average White Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Anthony Braxton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Boredoms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deakin,
T.S.O.L.,
Television,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.