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 Germany 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 The Monks to the grime 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalann,
Siglo XX,
Agent Orange,
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Fear,
Ossler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Loose Ends,
Anthony Braxton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Technova,
Andrew Hill,
Rapeman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Order,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cybotron,
Pagans,
The Remains,
Altered Images,
Stiv Bators,
The Divine Comedy,
Juan Atkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Heaven 17,
Deakin,
Trumans Water,
The Blackbyrds,
Half Japanese,
Deadbeat,
Freddie Wadling,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
Hasil Adkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Real Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Ludus,
Pere Ubu,
Eli Mardock,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.