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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Arthur Verocai to the dance 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Sparks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Red Krayola,
David Bowie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aswad,
Morten Harket,
Scion,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Subhumans,
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mars,
Heaven 17,
Nas,
Gong,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül II,
The Sonics,
Q and Not U,
The Real Kids,
Duran Duran,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
The Slits,
Icehouse,
The Names,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warren Ellis,
K-Klass,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suburban Knight,
The Zeros,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Christie,
Unwound,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Foxx,
Lower 48,
Sun City Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish,
kango's stein massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.