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 Sierra Leone and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Cameo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Infiniti,
Johnny Clarke,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monochrome Set,
The Five Americans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ken Boothe,
The Sound,
kango's stein massive,
One Last Wish,
a-ha,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Al Stewart,
Youth Brigade,
Joyce Sims,
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vainqueur,
Tom Boy,
Blossom Toes,
Spandau Ballet,
Radio Birdman,
Flash Fearless,
Cymande,
Yellowson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang of Four,
The Pretty Things,
Nas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Organ,
Bad Manners,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Morten Harket,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
The Seeds,
Outsiders,
Babytalk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spoonie Gee,
Crooked Eye,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scientists,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.