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 Brazil and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rod Modell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Cale,
Connie Case,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Inner City,
R.M.O.,
Stereo Dub,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Halsall,
Matthew Bourne,
the Slits,
Avey Tare,
The Dirtbombs,
Tom Boy,
Fear,
Outsiders,
a-ha,
The Standells,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
Saccharine Trust,
Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Nas,
The Evens,
Arcadia,
Babytalk,
Lakeside,
Piero Umiliani,
Faust,
the Bar-Kays,
Magma,
Rotary Connection,
Shoche,
The Real Kids,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.