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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Sonic Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Procol Harum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Wyatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
The Golliwogs,
Unwound,
the Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Jerry's Kids,
Eurythmics,
L. Decosne,
The Litter,
Das Ding,
The Walker Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Sight & Sound,
Pylon,
The Gories,
Marine Girls,
Negative Approach,
Idris Muhammad,
Newcleus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dead Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Skatalites,
Marmalade,
Agent Orange,
DNA,
Lou Reed,
Black Bananas,
The Cowsills,
Young Marble Giants,
Slave,
The Music Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cybotron,
R.M.O.,
Drive Like Jehu,
PIL,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Fraelich,
Minny Pops,
Godley & Creme,
The Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacques Brel,
Nas,
The Pop Group,
Connie Case,
the Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sugar Minott,
Lindisfarne,
Eddi Front,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.