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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Cal Tjader to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Durutti Column,
E-Dancer,
Dark Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ten City,
Altered Images,
New Order,
Flash Fearless,
cv313,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
OOIOO,
The Grass Roots,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
DNA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sparks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Standells,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Dolphy,
Outsiders,
Lyres,
Flipper,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
The Busters,
Agitation Free,
The Fugs,
Animal Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Copeland,
The Toasters,
Joy Division,
The Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Bourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rites of Spring,
Ludus,
Peter and Kerry,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gladiators,
MDC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Guru Guru,
Barrington Levy,
Terry Callier,
The Victims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ponytail,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Almond,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New York Dolls,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.