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 Maldives and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grime 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Lalann,
Bush Tetras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Patti Smith,
Black Flag,
Lungfish,
Albert Ayler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Glenn Branca,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deadbeat,
Kaleidoscope,
Don Cherry,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Japan,
Faraquet,
E-Dancer,
Gang of Four,
Eli Mardock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brand Nubian,
Hoover,
Wings,
Skriet,
China Crisis,
Sound Behaviour,
Zapp,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lebanon Hanover,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
Urselle,
Loose Ends,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
U.S. Maple,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod,
The Knickerbockers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smiths,
The Red Krayola,
Procol Harum,
Derrick Morgan,
Liliput,
Brass Construction,
X-102,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gong,
Ponytail,
the Association,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Leaves,
Lyres,
Guru Guru,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.