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 Tanzania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Motions to the rock 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Oneida,
The Gap Band,
Animal Collective,
Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
Albert Ayler,
Banda Bassotti,
Faraquet,
Lalann,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Average White Band,
Procol Harum,
Eli Mardock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Lynne,
Y Pants,
D'Angelo,
David Bowie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yazoo,
Scratch Acid,
LL Cool J,
Mark Hollis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zero Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mantronix,
The Leaves,
Grauzone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dead Boys,
June Days,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
FM Einheit,
Agent Orange,
Wasted Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skarface,
Sandy B,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Black Dice,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fat Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Morten Harket,
Sparks,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.