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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Ash Ra Tempel 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Tremeloes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masters at Work,
Marmalade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Connie Case,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Groovy Waters,
The Modern Lovers,
The Saints,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Association,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
The Grass Roots,
Ituana,
Hashim,
Jacob Miller,
Khruangbin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Simply Red,
Radiohead,
Unwound,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Lynne,
The Happenings,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultravox,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Animal Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxy Music,
Arcadia,
Vainqueur,
Echospace,
Tres Demented,
AZ,
Byron Stingily,
Joy Division,
Mark Hollis,
Agitation Free,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flash Fearless,
Technova,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Fraelich,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments,
Suburban Knight,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.