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 Cameroon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neu! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grauzone,
Andrew Hill,
Procol Harum,
Q65,
Susan Cadogan,
Joey Negro,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Association,
Underground Resistance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Pantytec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Agitation Free,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fuzztones,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deakin,
Oneida,
June of 44,
Dark Day,
The Birthday Party,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zero Boys,
EPMD,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Metal Thangz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantaleimon,
Althea and Donna,
Roxy Music,
Das Ding,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light,
The Fall,
Brass Construction,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Desert Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Lydon,
The Busters,
Lyres,
Slave,
June Days,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.