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 Micronesia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rap 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Au Pairs,
10cc,
The Gun Club,
The Invisible,
The Velvet Underground,
Sex Pistols,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eden Ahbez,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jandek,
Theoretical Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Dark Day,
Adolescents,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Kayak,
Unrelated Segments,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood,
Harry Pussy,
Colin Newman,
Oneida,
Reuben Wilson,
Fat Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Hoover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Infiniti,
Max Romeo,
Camberwell Now,
The Searchers,
The Standells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pagans,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gladiators,
the Swans,
Lower 48,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
Desert Stars,
Suicide,
Blake Baxter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arab on Radar,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABC,
The Count Five,
Faraquet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quando Quango,
Lebanon Hanover,
Loose Ends,
LL Cool J,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.