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 Guinea-Bissau and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 Dorothy Ashby to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
Lucky Dragons,
Saccharine Trust,
Danielle Patucci,
Minutemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Velvet Underground,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gun Club,
Animal Collective,
Babytalk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Von Mondo,
Josef K,
The Stooges,
Vladislav Delay,
Rosa Yemen,
Ten City,
Little Man,
The J.B.'s,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young,
LL Cool J,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Urselle,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Duran Duran,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marvin Gaye,
Tres Demented,
Rakim,
The Searchers,
Lindisfarne,
The Fugs,
Agent Orange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
The Kinks,
Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
The Leaves,
Alton Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Audionom,
The Birthday Party,
Monolake,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronnie Foster,
Quando Quango,
Eric Dolphy,
Organ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.