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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Martian to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
cv313,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Style,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slave,
MC5,
Niagra,
Brick,
The Knickerbockers,
Sällskapet,
Joey Negro,
Television Personalities,
Dennis Brown,
Clear Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Camouflage,
Altered Images,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Supertramp,
Rosa Yemen,
Easy Going,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Wake,
Jeff Mills,
The Smoke,
Steve Hackett,
Tears for Fears,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bad Manners,
Sister Nancy,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Zeros,
The Cramps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun City Girls,
Scratch Acid,
The Monks,
Tom Boy,
One Last Wish,
Simply Red,
Dual Sessions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra,
The Red Krayola,
Warren Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Bizarre Inc.,
Darondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Can,
Dawn Penn,
Boz Scaggs,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.