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 Georgia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Sun Ra to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
PIL,
Ronnie Foster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Basic Channel,
The Monks,
The Moleskins,
The Real Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
The Move,
John Holt,
Dennis Brown,
In Retrospect,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
Faraquet,
Eden Ahbez,
Maurizio,
The Gap Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kurtis Blow,
Main Source,
Procol Harum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Average White Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
FM Einheit,
Popol Vuh,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fall,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DNA,
Newcleus,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reuben Wilson,
Organ,
Prince Buster,
Radiohead,
Nas,
Henry Cow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Absolute Body Control,
Masters at Work,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Womack,
R.M.O.,
Massinfluence,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Make Up,
Eurythmics,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.