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 Mali and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
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 theremin 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 Soft Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Drexciya,
The Busters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smoke,
Dual Sessions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grey Daturas,
Byron Stingily,
Sound Behaviour,
Minutemen,
Essential Logic,
Howard Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Darondo,
F. McDonald,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alphaville,
Sandy B,
Bad Manners,
Mantronix,
B.T. Express,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Names,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
Maleditus Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Scientists,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers,
CMW,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Donny Hathaway,
The J.B.'s,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scion,
The Neon Judgement,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dark Day,
Scratch Acid,
Patti Smith,
Fluxion,
Wire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nik Kershaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Fear,
Section 25,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.