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 Pakistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 The Names to the grunge 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Quantec,
Robert Wyatt,
June of 44,
Blancmange,
The Toasters,
One Last Wish,
Von Mondo,
The Cowsills,
T. Rex,
Visage,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
New York Dolls,
Cybotron,
Nirvana,
The Leaves,
Scan 7,
Idris Muhammad,
Agitation Free,
Quando Quango,
Rotary Connection,
The Busters,
Erykah Badu,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moleskins,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronnie Foster,
Alton Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Byron Stingily,
Minny Pops,
the Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Fela Kuti,
Pierre Henry,
Intrusion,
Aaron Thompson,
The New Christs,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Rundgren,
The American Breed,
Albert Ayler,
Rekid,
Eurythmics,
Altered Images,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
Sight & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Camberwell Now,
Oneida,
Lindisfarne,
New Age Steppers,
Wings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pylon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.