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 Cape Verde and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Reuben Wilson,
John Foxx,
Desert Stars,
Khruangbin,
Flipper,
Rosa Yemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxy Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Happenings,
Steve Hackett,
The Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arab on Radar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
D'Angelo,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
One Last Wish,
Aural Exciters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hot Snakes,
Visage,
Urselle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Near,
Bauhaus,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Inner City,
Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Style,
Peter and Kerry,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spandau Ballet,
Minutemen,
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet,
Mantronix,
Nils Olav,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.