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 Bolivia 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Charles Mingus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mars,
Babytalk,
Carl Craig,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tommy Roe,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt,
Steve Hackett,
Subhumans,
Don Cherry,
Blake Baxter,
Reuben Wilson,
Mantronix,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mad Mike,
Faust,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
kango's stein massive,
The Count Five,
Porter Ricks,
The Techniques,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June Days,
Erasure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
Crime,
Yazoo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Skatalites,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Pus,
Derrick Morgan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lyres,
Kevin Saunderson,
Letta Mbulu,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ornette Coleman,
The Five Americans,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Hood,
Half Japanese,
X-102,
Swell Maps,
Sandy B,
Ken Boothe,
Can,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
New York Dolls,
The Dead C,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.