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 Bangladesh and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 kango's stein massive to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Shoche,
Davy DMX,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Subhumans,
Warsaw,
Ohio Players,
Pylon,
The Durutti Column,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Albert Ayler,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Human League,
Fugazi,
Archie Shepp,
Scan 7,
Lebanon Hanover,
Loose Ends,
Byron Stingily,
Procol Harum,
Cheater Slicks,
Toni Rubio,
U.S. Maple,
The J.B.'s,
Fatback Band,
The Music Machine,
Von Mondo,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fall,
The Golliwogs,
Porter Ricks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Metal Thangz,
The Zeros,
Roger Hodgson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cecil Taylor,
Scion,
Derrick May,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharoah Sanders,
PIL,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Teasers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Skaos,
Excepter,
Audionom,
Blake Baxter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q and Not U,
Kaleidoscope,
Funkadelic,
Hot Snakes,
The Associates,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.