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 Burkina and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 World's Most to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Lakeside,
John Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Lungfish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABC,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Christie,
The Blackbyrds,
MC5,
Soul II Soul,
Jacob Miller,
Depeche Mode,
Charles Mingus,
The New Christs,
June of 44,
Radiohead,
Graham Central Station,
The Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Normal,
Lucky Dragons,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
The Mummies,
Metal Thangz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Green,
Wolf Eyes,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalann,
Porter Ricks,
The Index,
Yellowson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warsaw,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Model 500,
The Techniques,
Chrome,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy Collins,
Cal Tjader,
Siglo XX,
Fear,
Moby Grape,
Pagans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dawn Penn,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.