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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Au Pairs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Remains,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gun Club,
Danielle Patucci,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang On A Can,
Underground Resistance,
Lindisfarne,
The Trojans,
The Buckinghams,
Joey Negro,
a-ha,
Maleditus Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shoche,
Bobby Womack,
The Young Rascals,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magazine,
Kerri Chandler,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
Livin' Joy,
Circle Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Hot Snakes,
Yaz,
Dead Boys,
AZ,
H. Thieme,
The Cowsills,
Sandy B,
Jawbox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Toasters,
Suicide,
Stetsasonic,
The Martian,
Aloha Tigers,
Gong,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
David McCallum,
The Selecter,
Dawn Penn,
Q and Not U,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fear,
Yusef Lateef,
Angry Samoans,
Susan Cadogan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Interpol,
Bill Near,
Loose Ends,
The Associates,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.