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 Iraq and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the crunk 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Main Source,
The Litter,
Clear Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wings,
Loose Ends,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker,
Stereo Dub,
Fela Kuti,
Youth Brigade,
EPMD,
The Toasters,
The Trojans,
Make Up,
Don Cherry,
Stetsasonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Buckinghams,
Alice Coltrane,
Shoche,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
cv313,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick May,
Lyres,
Marvin Gaye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minor Threat,
Quadrant,
Isaac Hayes,
Smog,
Easy Going,
Sonny Sharrock,
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Trumans Water,
Terrestrial Tones,
Technova,
Idris Muhammad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slits,
Accadde A,
The Last Poets,
Porter Ricks,
Outsiders,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cramps,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faust,
Peter and Kerry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Teasers,
The Stooges,
Warren Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.