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 Cuba and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Excepter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Easy Going,
Idris Muhammad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Second Layer,
David McCallum,
Yazoo,
Blake Baxter,
PIL,
Quadrant,
Neu!,
Letta Mbulu,
World's Most,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anthony Braxton,
Masters at Work,
Mission of Burma,
Outsiders,
Massinfluence,
Al Stewart,
ABC,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Starr,
Black Bananas,
MC5,
Isaac Hayes,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sandy B,
Arab on Radar,
Rapeman,
The Offenders,
Flipper,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visage,
Sam Rivers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Rundgren,
The Kinks,
Underground Resistance,
Oneida,
L. Decosne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Average White Band,
Section 25,
John Holt,
Eric Dolphy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gun Club,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pretty Things,
Agitation Free,
48th St. Collective,
Heaven 17,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.