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 San Marino and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Crime to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Gories,
Minor Threat,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Mills,
Mad Mike,
Patti Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
In Retrospect,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television,
Scion,
48th St. Collective,
X-102,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
The Litter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Section 25,
Slick Rick,
Suicide,
Lindisfarne,
Mo-Dettes,
Royal Trux,
The Angels of Light,
Supertramp,
ABC,
Minnie Riperton,
Anthony Braxton,
Nils Olav,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moss Icon,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Parrish,
Pole,
The Happenings,
Japan,
David McCallum,
Goldenarms,
Aswad,
Amazonics,
Radio Birdman,
Q and Not U,
L. Decosne,
F. McDonald,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Darondo,
Tubeway Army,
Judy Mowatt,
Kayak,
Andrew Hill,
New York Dolls,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.