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 Oman and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Infiniti to the electroclash 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gun Club,
Boz Scaggs,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Litter,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
Hoover,
Dawn Penn,
Supertramp,
The Tremeloes,
Crash Course in Science,
Yaz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q65,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sugar Minott,
Carl Craig,
The Neon Judgement,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
UT,
Pierre Henry,
Dead Boys,
Quantec,
The American Breed,
The Star Department,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Sherman,
The Leaves,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Section 25,
The Cramps,
Bronski Beat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Popol Vuh,
Nico,
The Fugs,
Juan Atkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
The Moleskins,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Darondo,
cv313,
Wings,
The Gories,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vladislav Delay,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.