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 Argentina and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ohio Players to the funk 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Ultravox,
Cecil Taylor,
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
Unwound,
Monolake,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp,
Fluxion,
Pagans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warsaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Ossler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Piero Umiliani,
Joey Negro,
John Foxx,
Albert Ayler,
Young Marble Giants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Whodini,
Ponytail,
Cameo,
Jeff Mills,
Scan 7,
Funkadelic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Smooth,
Cluster,
Mars,
Aural Exciters,
These Immortal Souls,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Womack,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gun Club,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dark Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Index,
Loose Ends,
Porter Ricks,
Talk Talk,
Scion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Severed Heads,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stiv Bators,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Yazoo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Bourne,
Don Cherry,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.