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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
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 marimba 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 Mandrill to the jazz 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
Isaac Hayes,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sam Rivers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unwound,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maleditus Sound,
The Offenders,
Sun City Girls,
Visage,
Organ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson,
kango's stein massive,
The United States of America,
Rotary Connection,
Section 25,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tim Buckley,
Cal Tjader,
Crime,
Spoonie Gee,
Lungfish,
The Kinks,
Blake Baxter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Massinfluence,
Skriet,
CMW,
The Doors,
Jeff Lynne,
Funkadelic,
Depeche Mode,
Tubeway Army,
Grey Daturas,
The Techniques,
Buzzcocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Rapeman,
The Walker Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Black Pus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Q and Not U,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Panda Bear,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.