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 Estonia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Aaron Thompson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Urselle,
Subhumans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
This Heat,
The Cowsills,
Maurizio,
Scan 7,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry's Kids,
Aswad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Technova,
The Red Krayola,
The Pop Group,
Charles Mingus,
Skriet,
Lakeside,
Accadde A,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Clarke,
Shuggie Otis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visage,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
the Swans,
Erasure,
Brass Construction,
Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Wire,
Unrelated Segments,
The Last Poets,
The Slits,
Blancmange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pagans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ice-T,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Desert Stars,
June Days,
Shoche,
Vainqueur,
Girls At Our Best!,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Echospace,
Anakelly,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Eurythmics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.