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 Albania and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alton Ellis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Seeds,
Chrome,
Index,
Iggy Pop,
D'Angelo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Au Pairs,
B.T. Express,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
Junior Murvin,
Kerri Chandler,
In Retrospect,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Khruangbin,
UT,
Kenny Larkin,
Alice Coltrane,
Japan,
Babytalk,
The Residents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Althea and Donna,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Niagra,
June of 44,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eli Mardock,
Kaleidoscope,
Main Source,
Little Man,
Tim Buckley,
The Neon Judgement,
The Techniques,
MDC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Malaria!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Pus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lakeside,
Smog,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton,
Arcadia,
Yusef Lateef,
Don Cherry,
Man Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
John Holt,
Jacques Brel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.