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 Gabon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Boz Scaggs to the jazz 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Birthday Party,
OOIOO,
Pantaleimon,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Womack,
Lalann,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tubeway Army,
Whodini,
Archie Shepp,
Aural Exciters,
Royal Trux,
Erykah Badu,
Kerri Chandler,
Funkadelic,
Kenny Larkin,
AZ,
The Standells,
This Heat,
Mad Mike,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liliput,
Au Pairs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hoover,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slave,
Magazine,
Newcleus,
Swans,
Index,
Rekid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Martian,
LL Cool J,
Wolf Eyes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
The Moleskins,
The Walker Brothers,
Infiniti,
Ten City,
Idris Muhammad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spoonie Gee,
Arthur Verocai,
Junior Murvin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Neon Judgement,
Scan 7,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Severed Heads,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Clear Light,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.