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 Guyana and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sister Nancy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
DJ Style,
the Normal,
The Moleskins,
The Mojo Men,
John Foxx,
Ohio Players,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Durutti Column,
Aswad,
Reuben Wilson,
Tim Buckley,
Reagan Youth,
Heaven 17,
Tres Demented,
the Bar-Kays,
The Move,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
Howard Jones,
Anakelly,
The Pop Group,
Symarip,
Skaos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eddi Front,
Morten Harket,
Fela Kuti,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Janne Schatter,
MC5,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Halsall,
Cheater Slicks,
Marmalade,
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
Lalann,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moody Blues,
kango's stein massive,
Black Pus,
Pole,
Supertramp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Misunderstood,
The Young Rascals,
The Grass Roots,
Niagra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Popol Vuh,
ABBA,
Danielle Patucci,
Delta 5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.