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 the UAE and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 CMW to the jazz 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Funky Four + One,
World's Most,
David Bowie,
Cal Tjader,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kenny Larkin,
Bush Tetras,
The Doors,
Yusef Lateef,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Guru Guru,
Cymande,
Nico,
The Young Rascals,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Metal Thangz,
Kerri Chandler,
Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Harry Pussy,
Easy Going,
Scion,
Bill Near,
Michelle Simonal,
Severed Heads,
Albert Ayler,
Skriet,
June of 44,
Gang Starr,
Tubeway Army,
L. Decosne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker,
Jacques Brel,
Bad Manners,
Zapp,
Rod Modell,
Pere Ubu,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
Country Teasers,
Lower 48,
Mandrill,
Nas,
Tears for Fears,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deadbeat,
Scrapy,
Surgeon,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
Gichy Dan,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.