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 Palau and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Kevin Saunderson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxette,
Jeff Mills,
Lalann,
Schoolly D,
Faust,
The Leaves,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat,
Pole,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Beau Brummels,
The New Christs,
H. Thieme,
Joy Division,
New York Dolls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Wake,
Boredoms,
The Motions,
Underground Resistance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gladiators,
The Young Rascals,
Boz Scaggs,
Slick Rick,
Moby Grape,
Harry Pussy,
Mo-Dettes,
Eve St. Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Nico,
The Gun Club,
Jerry's Kids,
Alphaville,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül II,
Lyres,
the Normal,
Donny Hathaway,
Saccharine Trust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glenn Branca,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anakelly,
Ten City,
Gang of Four,
Charles Mingus,
Scion,
Slave,
Soft Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.