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 Moldova and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Main Source to the rap 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
The Searchers,
Grauzone,
Half Japanese,
Brothers Johnson,
Brand Nubian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Darondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flash Fearless,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
Make Up,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxette,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiohead,
Adolescents,
Skriet,
China Crisis,
L. Decosne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Association,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monochrome Set,
The United States of America,
A Certain Ratio,
The Music Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Pantaleimon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gabor Szabo,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Crash Course in Science,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Wyatt,
Los Fastidios,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lucky Dragons,
Steve Hackett,
Von Mondo,
Henry Cow,
Aswad,
Guru Guru,
Wally Richardson,
Godley & Creme,
Pole,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.