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 Italy and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Pantytec to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronan,
Liliput,
Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brick,
The Walker Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Carl Craig,
The Toasters,
Monolake,
Derrick Morgan,
Jandek,
Grauzone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker,
Intrusion,
Simply Red,
Shoche,
Dennis Brown,
Camouflage,
Smog,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Bananas,
Blake Baxter,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harry Pussy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Happenings,
Skriet,
Oneida,
Pet Shop Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Hardrive,
Isaac Hayes,
Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pierre Henry,
Soulsonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
Niagra,
The Martian,
The Remains,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Sneak,
Sandy B,
Banda Bassotti,
Nils Olav,
Babytalk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rod Modell,
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.