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 Iran and from London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brothers Johnson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Velvet Underground,
Tom Boy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drexciya,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
This Heat,
Bob Dylan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fear,
The Offenders,
Trumans Water,
The Martian,
Ronnie Foster,
Fat Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Desert Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
Terry Callier,
Eric Dolphy,
The New Christs,
Moss Icon,
Zapp,
Aural Exciters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erykah Badu,
Piero Umiliani,
Judy Mowatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Moebius,
Delta 5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Carl Craig,
Curtis Mayfield,
The United States of America,
Rhythm & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Depeche Mode,
Angry Samoans,
The Toasters,
Laurel Aitken,
Blancmange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aloha Tigers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Grass Roots,
Minor Threat,
Blossom Toes,
Porter Ricks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Near,
Barrington Levy,
Qualms,
Tommy Roe,
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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.