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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Urselle,
The Saints,
Oneida,
The New Christs,
the Swans,
Prince Buster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Womack,
The Blues Magoos,
Swell Maps,
48th St. Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
Archie Shepp,
Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Carl Craig,
Scion,
The Vogues,
Inner City,
Brand Nubian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Style,
Alphaville,
Neil Young,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
A Certain Ratio,
Supertramp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grauzone,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Procol Harum,
Derrick Morgan,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiohead,
PIL,
Public Image Ltd.,
Connie Case,
Guru Guru,
Pussy Galore,
Groovy Waters,
Faraquet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rotary Connection,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.