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 Antigua and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Skaos 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Shuggie Otis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warsaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barry Ungar,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
Procol Harum,
Radio Birdman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Intrusion,
Reagan Youth,
Metal Thangz,
The Velvet Underground,
The Remains,
Cecil Taylor,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
The Dirtbombs,
Newcleus,
the Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Faraquet,
Model 500,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
Rosa Yemen,
June of 44,
Charles Mingus,
kango's stein massive,
The Moody Blues,
Marmalade,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Eli Mardock,
Soulsonic Force,
Skriet,
Moby Grape,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
The Selecter,
Sam Rivers,
John Foxx,
Alphaville,
Alton Ellis,
Babytalk,
the Sonics,
FM Einheit,
MDC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crime,
Flipper,
Althea and Donna,
ABBA,
Make Up,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.