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 Samoa and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Mission of Burma to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gong,
Marvin Gaye,
Ice-T,
Scion,
Saccharine Trust,
Magma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Khruangbin,
Zapp,
Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
Sight & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Rites of Spring,
Faust,
Pole,
Minutemen,
Second Layer,
The Associates,
cv313,
The Tremeloes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
Zero Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T.S.O.L.,
Rekid,
Jacob Miller,
X-101,
Urselle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra,
The Move,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sarah Menescal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Animal Collective,
Howard Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Golliwogs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mantronix,
Ultravox,
The Vogues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Newcleus,
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.