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 Syria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roger Hodgson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Pylon,
MC5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Toasters,
Malaria!,
Joyce Sims,
T.S.O.L.,
Newcleus,
The Barracudas,
Pierre Henry,
Idris Muhammad,
JFA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Section 25,
Letta Mbulu,
The United States of America,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deakin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Index,
Donald Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Rekid,
Eric Copeland,
10cc,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Machine,
LL Cool J,
Ludus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television Personalities,
The American Breed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Lightning Bolt,
Duran Duran,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris & Cosey,
Mandrill,
Zero Boys,
The Martian,
D'Angelo,
Connie Case,
Little Man,
Tres Demented,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Danielle Patucci,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.