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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lower 48 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arthur Verocai,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
In Retrospect,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
The Blackbyrds,
Easy Going,
Ronnie Foster,
David Axelrod,
The Pretty Things,
Siglo XX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Kinks,
Neu!,
The Residents,
Dave Gahan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
PIL,
The Remains,
the Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
F. McDonald,
Radio Birdman,
Liliput,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Halsall,
Susan Cadogan,
Camouflage,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scan 7,
Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket,
Moss Icon,
Lyres,
The Vogues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter & Gordon,
The Beau Brummels,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Near,
Subhumans,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
L. Decosne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unrelated Segments,
Livin' Joy,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak,
Radiohead,
Loose Ends,
Y Pants,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.