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 Madagascar and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 Joensuu 1685 to the disco 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dirtbombs,
Wings,
One Last Wish,
Faust,
kango's stein massive,
Dead Boys,
the Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Suburban Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Motorama,
The Star Department,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dave Gahan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
Max Romeo,
Groovy Waters,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ossler,
Carl Craig,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reuben Wilson,
Livin' Joy,
Donny Hathaway,
Monolake,
Heaven 17,
Jerry's Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marine Girls,
X-102,
Rapeman,
A Certain Ratio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unwound,
The Real Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantaleimon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Hasil Adkins,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.