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 Belize and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 K-Klass to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Kenny Larkin,
Leonard Cohen,
D'Angelo,
Davy DMX,
New York Dolls,
The American Breed,
Visage,
Procol Harum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Axelrod,
Negative Approach,
Robert Hood,
Max Romeo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agitation Free,
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas,
Franke,
Althea and Donna,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker,
Quantec,
Radiohead,
Crash Course in Science,
Piero Umiliani,
UT,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lindisfarne,
Darondo,
FM Einheit,
Jawbox,
Fad Gadget,
Patti Smith,
The Mummies,
The Blues Magoos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donald Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
Aloha Tigers,
Kurtis Blow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maurizio,
L. Decosne,
Mandrill,
Mission of Burma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.