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 Zambia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roy Ayers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
Mars,
Joyce Sims,
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
UT,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Negative Approach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Halsall,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül,
Pet Shop Boys,
The American Breed,
Little Man,
Piero Umiliani,
The Stooges,
The Invisible,
Los Fastidios,
The Saints,
Sound Behaviour,
Goldenarms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cal Tjader,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
La Düsseldorf,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
Nirvana,
Scientists,
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Womack,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jawbox,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
Make Up,
Nils Olav,
Jerry's Kids,
Easy Going,
Average White Band,
B.T. Express,
Aloha Tigers,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.