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 East Timor and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Monolake,
Ossler,
The New Christs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Yazoo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gun Club,
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
Rapeman,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crash Course in Science,
Maleditus Sound,
Henry Cow,
David Bowie,
Second Layer,
Quadrant,
Danielle Patucci,
Icehouse,
Blake Baxter,
Laurel Aitken,
Scan 7,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moebius,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Walker Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Green,
Technova,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grauzone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Morten Harket,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Terry,
The American Breed,
The Litter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
UT,
EPMD,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
Cymande,
Arab on Radar,
LL Cool J,
Ponytail,
The Music Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gong,
Aloha Tigers,
X-101,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moody Blues,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.