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 Sudan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Colin Newman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Sparks,
Urselle,
Aaron Thompson,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
Ponytail,
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
Make Up,
Bluetip,
The Invisible,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
Hasil Adkins,
FM Einheit,
Don Cherry,
Black Sheep,
DJ Style,
This Heat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Khruangbin,
Adolescents,
10cc,
The Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
Banda Bassotti,
Organ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monochrome Set,
Nico,
Agent Orange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Scratch Acid,
Gong,
DJ Sneak,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scan 7,
Wasted Youth,
The Zeros,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Can,
The Golliwogs,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.