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 India and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Simply Red 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson 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?
Magazine,
Los Fastidios,
Y Pants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terry Callier,
Liliput,
Ornette Coleman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
The Knickerbockers,
Arthur Verocai,
Minor Threat,
Khruangbin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crooked Eye,
the Normal,
The Last Poets,
Unrelated Segments,
X-101,
Janne Schatter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Connie Case,
Neil Young,
Sound Behaviour,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
Gastr Del Sol,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacques Brel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
Black Sheep,
John Holt,
The Remains,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker,
The Dead C,
The Real Kids,
Davy DMX,
FM Einheit,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scan 7,
Chris Corsano,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Sherman,
Warren Ellis,
Faraquet,
Freddie Wadling,
The Happenings,
Judy Mowatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Star Department,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.