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 Oman and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lyres to the disco 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Magma,
Altered Images,
Jerry's Kids,
The Skatalites,
Audionom,
Funky Four + One,
Metal Thangz,
The Young Rascals,
The Last Poets,
Mark Hollis,
The American Breed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Duran Duran,
E-Dancer,
X-101,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
Bobby Womack,
Basic Channel,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drexciya,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monks,
Whodini,
Nick Fraelich,
The Shadows of Knight,
June Days,
Joensuu 1685,
Cheater Slicks,
Mr. Review,
Barry Ungar,
Tears for Fears,
Marine Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tubeway Army,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fugazi,
Judy Mowatt,
Terry Callier,
Lyres,
The United States of America,
Urselle,
Sun Ra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slackers,
Fear,
Black Bananas,
The Five Americans,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.