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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Popol Vuh to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pop Group,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slackers,
The Vogues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sparks,
Matthew Bourne,
Charles Mingus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ralphi Rosario,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dual Sessions,
Eli Mardock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Saints,
The Barracudas,
The Names,
Visage,
The Five Americans,
Laurel Aitken,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arcadia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cecil Taylor,
Blossom Toes,
Judy Mowatt,
Aural Exciters,
New Age Steppers,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
Lungfish,
The Skatalites,
Tubeway Army,
Janne Schatter,
Yaz,
Alton Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
Essential Logic,
D'Angelo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
10cc,
Matthew Halsall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nico,
Byron Stingily,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.