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 Congo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the jazz 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
X-Ray Spex,
MC5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Half Japanese,
CMW,
The Fuzztones,
LL Cool J,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cal Tjader,
Kayak,
The Fall,
Minor Threat,
Ronnie Foster,
Q65,
Qualms,
Cameo,
Alphaville,
Surgeon,
Janne Schatter,
The Grass Roots,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
E-Dancer,
Man Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
The Slits,
Depeche Mode,
X-101,
the Association,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Bananas,
Von Mondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Lebanon Hanover,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rufus Thomas,
Judy Mowatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Machine,
Funkadelic,
The Fugs,
Yaz,
The Searchers,
The Raincoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Pus,
Zapp,
The Invisible,
John Lydon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delta 5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.