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 Iran and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Minnie Riperton to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Osbourne,
Duran Duran,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
The Index,
Livin' Joy,
Con Funk Shun,
The United States of America,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Clarke,
Freddie Wadling,
A Certain Ratio,
Malaria!,
Rod Modell,
Isaac Hayes,
Radio Birdman,
World's Most,
Q and Not U,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Little Man,
Junior Murvin,
MC5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magma,
Vladislav Delay,
Drexciya,
Kayak,
The Mojo Men,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Finger,
Loose Ends,
The Kinks,
Underground Resistance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Fela Kuti,
the Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fall,
Banda Bassotti,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Blossom Toes,
The Stooges,
the Germs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fluxion,
Danielle Patucci,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.