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 Belize and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Sonny Sharrock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Funkadelic,
Fad Gadget,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantaleimon,
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
Visage,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Icehouse,
Derrick May,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
Janne Schatter,
The Motions,
John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Jawbox,
Jandek,
Lower 48,
Mark Hollis,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brass Construction,
Deadbeat,
Darondo,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
Half Japanese,
Brand Nubian,
The Trojans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Technova,
Bluetip,
Yusef Lateef,
Duran Duran,
Tres Demented,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
These Immortal Souls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Guru Guru,
Carl Craig,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slave,
Man Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
The Detroit Cobras,
James White and The Blacks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mr. Review,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.