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 Dominica and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rufus Thomas to the techno 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC 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?
Tom Boy,
Donny Hathaway,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps,
B.T. Express,
The Cure,
Matthew Bourne,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day,
Archie Shepp,
Easy Going,
Royal Trux,
Steve Hackett,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Average White Band,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak,
Dave Gahan,
the Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Flipper,
Eurythmics,
Franke,
Davy DMX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo,
Robert Görl,
Gerry Rafferty,
MC5,
Anthony Braxton,
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers,
LL Cool J,
Lower 48,
Malaria!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jawbox,
Bobby Womack,
Bang On A Can,
New Age Steppers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neu!,
Camouflage,
Mark Hollis,
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders,
Black Bananas,
Wally Richardson,
Intrusion,
ABBA,
Q65,
Aaron Thompson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.