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 Ukraine and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
PIL,
Symarip,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
Depeche Mode,
La Düsseldorf,
Tom Boy,
Desert Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
JFA,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
Ice-T,
Vladislav Delay,
The Offenders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Trumans Water,
The Evens,
The Invisible,
The Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
Intrusion,
Livin' Joy,
Eddi Front,
The Wake,
Archie Shepp,
Graham Central Station,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABC,
James White and The Blacks,
Procol Harum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythm & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
The Tremeloes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alphaville,
The Monochrome Set,
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City,
Zero Boys,
Das Ding,
Junior Murvin,
Toni Rubio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Duran Duran,
Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.