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 Denmark and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warren Ellis to the punk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Litter,
New Age Steppers,
Warsaw,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Moon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oneida,
Wolf Eyes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Altered Images,
Jeff Lynne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vainqueur,
Lou Christie,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Piero Umiliani,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Massinfluence,
Anthony Braxton,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Searchers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ituana,
Ludus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smiths,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cure,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Association,
Brick,
Skriet,
Tres Demented,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yazoo,
Delta 5,
Desert Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Liliput,
Grauzone,
Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Minor Threat,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.