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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Scientists to the electroclash 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
The Smoke,
Cybotron,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
The Evens,
Gang Green,
The Busters,
B.T. Express,
OOIOO,
The Mummies,
Smog,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Eden Ahbez,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donald Byrd,
The Kinks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bush Tetras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Schoolly D,
LL Cool J,
Negative Approach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sandy B,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxette,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Normal,
Warsaw,
This Heat,
Rekid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June Days,
Ronnie Foster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pylon,
Minutemen,
Sixth Finger,
Junior Murvin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Star Department,
Ponytail,
The Happenings,
The Dead C,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Gichy Dan,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
Dual Sessions,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang On A Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q65,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.