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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 the Fania All-Stars to the disco 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
OOIOO,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Terry,
Todd Rundgren,
The Offenders,
The Tremeloes,
the Germs,
The Mummies,
Jacques Brel,
Magazine,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Invisible,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Bluetip,
Thompson Twins,
John Holt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Sherman,
The Happenings,
Ohio Players,
Scratch Acid,
The Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Yusef Lateef,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs,
Kayak,
The Misunderstood,
Morten Harket,
Mars,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Fania All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter and Kerry,
The Zeros,
Loose Ends,
Cybotron,
Lungfish,
Wings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye,
Michelle Simonal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Image Ltd.,
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.