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 Romania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Lungfish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun City Girls,
Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magma,
Clear Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flash Fearless,
Zero Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Standells,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
X-102,
Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Machine,
Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Sister Nancy,
Television,
Dawn Penn,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blancmange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skarface,
Derrick May,
Mars,
The Divine Comedy,
Albert Ayler,
Marvin Gaye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ornette Coleman,
Main Source,
Fela Kuti,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Hashim,
The Human League,
Alphaville,
Bobby Womack,
Monks,
Cameo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Juan Atkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Connie Case,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Names,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Second Layer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.