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 Dominican Republic and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
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 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 cv313 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Reuben Wilson,
Alison Limerick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arthur Verocai,
Marmalade,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris Corsano,
Icehouse,
Goldenarms,
Josef K,
The Doobie Brothers,
Parry Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Dolphy,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
Desert Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Popol Vuh,
Sun City Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Lindisfarne,
Procol Harum,
Joe Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed,
Trumans Water,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Christie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
World's Most,
The Kinks,
Shoche,
Stetsasonic,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Schoolly D,
The Young Rascals,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Associates,
Aswad,
Ronnie Foster,
Section 25,
The Invisible,
Surgeon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The United States of America,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Lynne,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.