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 Paraguay and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Althea and Donna to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Don Cherry,
Pylon,
The Walker Brothers,
Simply Red,
David Axelrod,
Rekid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hashim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Machine,
Oblivians,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Little Man,
Masters at Work,
Royal Trux,
OOIOO,
Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
The Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Khruangbin,
The Kinks,
Massinfluence,
Erykah Badu,
Pagans,
Maleditus Sound,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy Collins,
Severed Heads,
B.T. Express,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Busters,
Ken Boothe,
Desert Stars,
Moebius,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
Marine Girls,
John Holt,
Rites of Spring,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Porter Ricks,
the Human League,
the Association,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Schoolly D,
Das Ding,
Matthew Halsall,
Lee Hazlewood,
PIL,
Tim Buckley,
The Golliwogs,
The Gun Club,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.