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 Algeria and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 AZ to the punk 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Freddie Wadling,
48th St. Collective,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
June Days,
Minor Threat,
Japan,
Buzzcocks,
The Residents,
The Red Krayola,
T.S.O.L.,
Hashim,
The Neon Judgement,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Franke,
Alice Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Darondo,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
The Misunderstood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
Chris & Cosey,
Aural Exciters,
The Gladiators,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smoke,
Bill Near,
Dark Day,
Roxy Music,
The Five Americans,
Rekid,
Magma,
Peter & Gordon,
Schoolly D,
Aswad,
Spandau Ballet,
L. Decosne,
Godley & Creme,
Deakin,
Anthony Braxton,
The Barracudas,
ABC,
Minnie Riperton,
Glenn Branca,
Fatback Band,
The Grass Roots,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shoche,
DNA,
Marmalade,
Dennis Brown,
Camberwell Now,
The Saints,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.