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 Kuwait and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bootsy Collins to the grime 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Donald Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David McCallum,
Negative Approach,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gong,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
The Saints,
Agitation Free,
Terry Callier,
Roxette,
Ponytail,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Selecter,
Patti Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Lakeside,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx,
Symarip,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lindisfarne,
K-Klass,
Gang Green,
Sixth Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scientists,
Sam Rivers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Essential Logic,
Basic Channel,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
The Birthday Party,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
The Smiths,
Colin Newman,
MDC,
Bobby Sherman,
Mission of Burma,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultravox,
Nico,
Simply Red,
Flash Fearless,
Eurythmics,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.