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 Panama and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Warren Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
the Association,
The Barracudas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Symarip,
R.M.O.,
Junior Murvin,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun City Girls,
MDC,
Warsaw,
Toni Rubio,
Monolake,
Hoover,
Hashim,
Howard Jones,
Janne Schatter,
The Beau Brummels,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bronski Beat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nils Olav,
Swell Maps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Rites of Spring,
Warren Ellis,
Can,
Technova,
Robert Hood,
John Lydon,
Moss Icon,
The Monks,
Newcleus,
Aloha Tigers,
Funky Four + One,
Barrington Levy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Motorama,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Graham Central Station,
Rufus Thomas,
The Buckinghams,
Sarah Menescal,
Albert Ayler,
CMW,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
Quadrant,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
Judy Mowatt,
The Remains,
The Music Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.