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 Latvia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Little Man to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Moon,
Brass Construction,
Hashim,
Schoolly D,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fat Boys,
Suicide,
The Smiths,
The Young Rascals,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doors,
the Swans,
Subhumans,
The Buckinghams,
Gang of Four,
Crispy Ambulance,
Newcleus,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Sonics,
Adolescents,
Oblivians,
Joensuu 1685,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
The Victims,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
Lalann,
Chrome,
Blancmange,
The United States of America,
The Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Malaria!,
Metal Thangz,
Groovy Waters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Mars,
Chris Corsano,
Donald Byrd,
The Associates,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pierre Henry,
Thee Headcoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Technova,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Con Funk Shun,
Basic Channel,
The Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Index,
Ohio Players,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.