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 Morocco and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
UT,
Bootsy Collins,
The Vogues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lower 48,
H. Thieme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ten City,
The Skatalites,
Sarah Menescal,
Au Pairs,
The Cure,
New York Dolls,
Eden Ahbez,
Grauzone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
The Pop Group,
The Selecter,
Soul II Soul,
China Crisis,
Desert Stars,
Skaos,
The Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Country Teasers,
Con Funk Shun,
Vladislav Delay,
Saccharine Trust,
Deadbeat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris & Cosey,
KRS-One,
Warsaw,
Symarip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unwound,
The Gap Band,
Rites of Spring,
Judy Mowatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Maurizio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bronski Beat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance,
X-101,
The Moleskins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.