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 Liberia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Dark Day to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chrome,
D'Angelo,
Crooked Eye,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eli Mardock,
The Move,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
10cc,
Supertramp,
The Sonics,
Connie Case,
The Music Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Funky Four + One,
Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Joe & The Fish,
Loose Ends,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Malaria!,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tommy Roe,
Pulsallama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Scrapy,
MDC,
The Associates,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siglo XX,
Japan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Buckinghams,
Reagan Youth,
Janne Schatter,
CMW,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Boredoms,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.