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 Belize and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ornette Coleman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Mr. Review,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus,
T.S.O.L.,
Pole,
Rakim,
Hashim,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
Sight & Sound,
Nas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oblivians,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Bronski Beat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smoke,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donald Byrd,
Outsiders,
Supertramp,
The Red Krayola,
Sandy B,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department,
Robert Wyatt,
Zero Boys,
The Doors,
Nico,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Flesh Eaters,
Pylon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris Corsano,
Slave,
Maurizio,
Sun City Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Joy Division,
Public Image Ltd.,
Graham Central Station,
The Gun Club,
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stetsasonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Urselle,
Loose Ends,
Erasure,
FM Einheit,
The Associates,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.