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 Chad and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ronan to the dance 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cramps,
Carl Craig,
The Gladiators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Age Steppers,
Soulsonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Supertramp,
Juan Atkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unrelated Segments,
Subhumans,
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
Negative Approach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Association,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alphaville,
John Lydon,
Young Marble Giants,
JFA,
Mr. Review,
Kenny Larkin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alice Coltrane,
Cluster,
Dead Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cybotron,
Bang On A Can,
Blake Baxter,
MDC,
Gong,
John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
In Retrospect,
Khruangbin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jandek,
Byron Stingily,
Y Pants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
L. Decosne,
Marmalade,
Connie Case,
Second Layer,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Starr,
The Doors,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.