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 Tonga and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 Wire to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
MC5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Make Up,
The Barracudas,
Drexciya,
Ludus,
the Germs,
The Selecter,
The Toasters,
The Neon Judgement,
Skriet,
E-Dancer,
Anakelly,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lindisfarne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Iggy Pop,
K-Klass,
Outsiders,
The United States of America,
KRS-One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grauzone,
Icehouse,
Mission of Burma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalann,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T. Rex,
Mad Mike,
Half Japanese,
Kool Moe Dee,
Albert Ayler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masters at Work,
Leonard Cohen,
Hoover,
Black Bananas,
The Slits,
The Star Department,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Normal,
Khruangbin,
Public Enemy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scrapy,
Eden Ahbez,
Ohio Players,
Moss Icon,
a-ha,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.