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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Agitation Free to the jazz 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Circle Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stetsasonic,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Max Romeo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deadbeat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Animal Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
the Slits,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dead C,
New York Dolls,
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ten City,
Infiniti,
Tubeway Army,
Funkadelic,
Todd Terry,
Janne Schatter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Fraelich,
Tom Boy,
the Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reuben Wilson,
Ponytail,
Bill Near,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Organ,
Cal Tjader,
Minny Pops,
Yazoo,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Supertramp,
T. Rex,
Toni Rubio,
Juan Atkins,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pussy Galore,
Severed Heads,
Wings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.