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 Belarus and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grime 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Erasure,
Malaria!,
Brass Construction,
Skriet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Average White Band,
The United States of America,
The New Christs,
The Offenders,
Susan Cadogan,
The Buckinghams,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Main Source,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
KRS-One,
Maurizio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Accadde A,
Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Josef K,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
Barry Ungar,
Kaleidoscope,
MDC,
Eve St. Jones,
MC5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suicide,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sonics,
Symarip,
Pharoah Sanders,
China Crisis,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
Cheater Slicks,
Severed Heads,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The American Breed,
New Age Steppers,
Audionom,
Moby Grape,
F. McDonald,
Nation of Ulysses,
Animal Collective,
Hoover,
ABC,
Flash Fearless,
The Birthday Party,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.