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 Suriname and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 R.M.O. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick May,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Nils Olav,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Livin' Joy,
Pylon,
Colin Newman,
Echospace,
Adolescents,
Suicide,
The Slackers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Invisible,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bluetip,
Leonard Cohen,
Gastr Del Sol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Japan,
Harmonia,
Minutemen,
Marmalade,
Flash Fearless,
The Fall,
Black Pus,
The Music Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Jandek,
Skarface,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris Corsano,
the Slits,
Minny Pops,
Prince Buster,
Newcleus,
kango's stein massive,
Godley & Creme,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Wyatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eden Ahbez,
Joensuu 1685,
Hoover,
Ice-T,
Magazine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bauhaus,
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.