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 Slovakia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Alton Ellis 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Essential Logic,
The Associates,
Arcadia,
Groovy Waters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ohio Players,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Hill,
Jawbox,
a-ha,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacob Miller,
the Germs,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camouflage,
Joe Smooth,
Henry Cow,
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hardrive,
Blossom Toes,
Skaos,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wasted Youth,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Slick Rick,
The Leaves,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Altered Images,
Fad Gadget,
The Real Kids,
Parry Music,
The Fugs,
The Motions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Steve Hackett,
Monolake,
Thompson Twins,
The Move,
Scan 7,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Terry,
The Moleskins,
The Slackers,
Nik Kershaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Iggy Pop,
Black Moon,
the Bar-Kays,
Adolescents,
The Birthday Party,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.