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 Cape Verde and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fortunes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
Ludus,
Leonard Cohen,
La Düsseldorf,
F. McDonald,
Flipper,
Lee Hazlewood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Banda Bassotti,
Television Personalities,
Cluster,
Tears for Fears,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Halsall,
Boredoms,
Neil Young,
Brass Construction,
R.M.O.,
D'Angelo,
Symarip,
Kas Product,
Ultravox,
L. Decosne,
Hardrive,
the Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
Robert Hood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skriet,
Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Television,
The Human League,
Scion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Susan Cadogan,
Underground Resistance,
The Motions,
U.S. Maple,
Wings,
Soulsonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Idris Muhammad,
Yaz,
The Standells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Carl Craig,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lower 48,
The Smoke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mad Mike,
The Slackers,
Bobby Byrd,
Quadrant,
Lindisfarne,
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.