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 Maldives and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Tropical Tobacco to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faust,
Eurythmics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders,
Soul II Soul,
John Coltrane,
Unwound,
The Fuzztones,
Interpol,
This Heat,
The Litter,
Black Bananas,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Red Krayola,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donald Byrd,
The Selecter,
China Crisis,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül,
The Cure,
Subhumans,
Fugazi,
The Raincoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
Susan Cadogan,
UT,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
Sexual Harrassment,
H. Thieme,
Delta 5,
Alison Limerick,
Eddi Front,
Davy DMX,
The Blues Magoos,
Infiniti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Teasers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Can,
The Barracudas,
Jimmy McGriff,
KRS-One,
Boz Scaggs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.