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 Mauritania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 The Cowsills to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moody Blues,
Alphaville,
Trumans Water,
Silicon Teens,
Organ,
Man Parrish,
Nas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Animal Collective,
Marmalade,
E-Dancer,
Robert Görl,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aswad,
The Invisible,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerri Chandler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Stooges,
The Standells,
Henry Cow,
The Offenders,
Sixth Finger,
Kas Product,
The Blackbyrds,
Skriet,
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
Susan Cadogan,
Massinfluence,
Black Moon,
Crash Course in Science,
Lakeside,
U.S. Maple,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Easy Going,
Tim Buckley,
Sun City Girls,
June Days,
The Cure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABBA,
John Foxx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül II,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Wells,
the Normal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Raincoats,
The Tremeloes,
Deakin,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.