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 Congo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Yazoo to the rap 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Doors,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang On A Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Sugar Minott,
Bob Dylan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cheater Slicks,
Bad Manners,
Ohio Players,
The United States of America,
Kas Product,
Kaleidoscope,
Wolf Eyes,
Animal Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Con Funk Shun,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Adolescents,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dark Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
Clear Light,
The Music Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Section 25,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Max Romeo,
Royal Trux,
The Cure,
Joey Negro,
The Five Americans,
The Leaves,
Essential Logic,
Erykah Badu,
Pylon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Smooth,
The Mummies,
Moss Icon,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.