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 Micronesia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Camouflage to the funk 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lightning Bolt,
Magma,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
Siglo XX,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Womack,
The Durutti Column,
Quantec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roger Hodgson,
Sister Nancy,
Subhumans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Popol Vuh,
Mantronix,
Saccharine Trust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T,
Technova,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Skriet,
Andrew Hill,
Lindisfarne,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erasure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kurtis Blow,
OOIOO,
Anakelly,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
kango's stein massive,
The Young Rascals,
Liliput,
Rosa Yemen,
Michelle Simonal,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lyres,
The Searchers,
The Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
Mars,
Depeche Mode,
Youth Brigade,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.