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 Jamaica and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rufus Thomas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fluxion,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young,
The Skatalites,
Camouflage,
Sonic Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dead C,
Television,
KRS-One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
Fela Kuti,
The Buckinghams,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül,
Sugar Minott,
Nirvana,
Bootsy Collins,
Clear Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Howard Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Yazoo,
Flash Fearless,
Public Image Ltd.,
Infiniti,
Alton Ellis,
Aswad,
Pussy Galore,
the Fania All-Stars,
The American Breed,
The Gap Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Toasters,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
The Pretty Things,
Spoonie Gee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Moon,
Marvin Gaye,
X-Ray Spex,
Sex Pistols,
Rapeman,
The Five Americans,
World's Most,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.