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 India and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Harmonia to the grime 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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?
Wings,
the Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Copeland,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smoke,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
The Fuzztones,
Babytalk,
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
Kenny Larkin,
The Star Department,
Q and Not U,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monolake,
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marvin Gaye,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
Vainqueur,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Bourne,
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Godley & Creme,
Moebius,
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faraquet,
John Foxx,
Dark Day,
Pulsallama,
The Martian,
Brass Construction,
The American Breed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soulsonic Force,
Can,
Organ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ohio Players,
Pylon,
Loose Ends,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Mission of Burma,
John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oneida,
MC5,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.