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 Zimbabwe and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the dance 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unwound,
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fortunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mission of Burma,
Lungfish,
Fear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
Crooked Eye,
KRS-One,
Ornette Coleman,
Alison Limerick,
Harmonia,
Monks,
Crime,
Gichy Dan,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moody Blues,
Terry Callier,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Copeland,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül II,
The Happenings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sparks,
Morten Harket,
The Walker Brothers,
June of 44,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
the Slits,
Chrome,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Infiniti,
Flash Fearless,
Fluxion,
Charles Mingus,
Mars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eddi Front,
The Five Americans,
Don Cherry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.