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 Guyana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Sun Ra to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Red Krayola,
The Gap Band,
Adolescents,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ituana,
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster,
Scratch Acid,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Golliwogs,
Brass Construction,
Alice Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blackbyrds,
In Retrospect,
Ralphi Rosario,
Los Fastidios,
The Index,
Khruangbin,
Massinfluence,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slits,
Tom Boy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lower 48,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siglo XX,
the Bar-Kays,
Television Personalities,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kaleidoscope,
Alison Limerick,
The United States of America,
The American Breed,
L. Decosne,
Infiniti,
Zapp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Clarke,
The Detroit Cobras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Circle Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric B and Rakim,
Simply Red,
Neu!,
Idris Muhammad,
Lakeside,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.