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 Serbia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Monks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wally Richardson,
Alton Ellis,
Lyres,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Susan Cadogan,
Fear,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Rundgren,
Brand Nubian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ohio Players,
Cluster,
Talk Talk,
Sun City Girls,
Patti Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Carl Craig,
The Beau Brummels,
Godley & Creme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magazine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arcadia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Niagra,
Juan Atkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Wire,
Easy Going,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cramps,
Radio Birdman,
Half Japanese,
Arab on Radar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
June Days,
Deepchord,
Minutemen,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
La Düsseldorf,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
The Last Poets,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
The Misunderstood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantytec,
Agent Orange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.