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 Nicaragua and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Bad Manners to the jazz 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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minutemen,
Infiniti,
Soulsonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Livin' Joy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Shoche,
DJ Sneak,
Brothers Johnson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Durutti Column,
Glenn Branca,
Wings,
cv313,
Blake Baxter,
Television,
Kaleidoscope,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
Maurizio,
The Misunderstood,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux,
Massinfluence,
Pantaleimon,
The Offenders,
The Five Americans,
Dennis Brown,
Deadbeat,
Oblivians,
Lou Christie,
The Divine Comedy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun City Girls,
In Retrospect,
Soul II Soul,
Ultimate Spinach,
The New Christs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Move,
Camouflage,
Fluxion,
Ponytail,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Halsall,
David Axelrod,
Radio Birdman,
Agitation Free,
Fat Boys,
Dark Day,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.