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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Junior Murvin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Tremeloes,
Sandy B,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
Main Source,
The Raincoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skarface,
Harry Pussy,
Flipper,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pretty Things,
La Düsseldorf,
Average White Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Mills,
Pagans,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
The Evens,
Sex Pistols,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
Altered Images,
Shoche,
Mission of Burma,
Lungfish,
Minny Pops,
Wolf Eyes,
Q65,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Khruangbin,
Marvin Gaye,
Dawn Penn,
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
The Associates,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
E-Dancer,
The Young Rascals,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultra Naté,
DNA,
Inner City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
The Fugs,
Agent Orange,
Quando Quango,
The Busters,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.