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 Switzerland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Brand Nubian to the grunge 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
Goldenarms,
The Blackbyrds,
The Grass Roots,
Tommy Roe,
Heaven 17,
Shoche,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Byrd,
Joy Division,
Eric Dolphy,
Mandrill,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harry Pussy,
The Gladiators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Vogues,
Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Adolescents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bluetip,
Eric Copeland,
Fatback Band,
Khruangbin,
Leonard Cohen,
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wire,
Outsiders,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Move,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül,
Procol Harum,
the Association,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
One Last Wish,
Barrington Levy,
The Fuzztones,
Ituana,
Unwound,
Rosa Yemen,
Inner City,
The Smiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Smog,
Neil Young,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.