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 Botswana and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the techno 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Khruangbin,
The Angels of Light,
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Rundgren,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moby Grape,
Echospace,
Wings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mummies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nirvana,
Anakelly,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lower 48,
The Martian,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
Silicon Teens,
The Litter,
Young Marble Giants,
In Retrospect,
Bill Wells,
The Dirtbombs,
48th St. Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Slave,
Unrelated Segments,
Carl Craig,
The Names,
The Fortunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Massinfluence,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q65,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Sherman,
The Real Kids,
Black Flag,
Glenn Branca,
The Monochrome Set,
Connie Case,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oneida,
Gang Green,
Camouflage,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.