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 Namibia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boz Scaggs to the dance 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Radio Birdman,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy Collins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Animal Collective,
Section 25,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Clarke,
Essential Logic,
MC5,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
David McCallum,
Eurythmics,
Barry Ungar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Malaria!,
MDC,
Piero Umiliani,
Pere Ubu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Los Fastidios,
Sonic Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerri Chandler,
Oneida,
Ice-T,
Archie Shepp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anakelly,
Spandau Ballet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ornette Coleman,
Mission of Burma,
Unwound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deepchord,
Simply Red,
Symarip,
Danielle Patucci,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brothers Johnson,
Isaac Hayes,
The New Christs,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
The Techniques,
FM Einheit,
Wire,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.