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 Tonga and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Eurythmics to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Flag,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
The Star Department,
This Heat,
Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
Joensuu 1685,
The J.B.'s,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q65,
Oneida,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pulsallama,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
The Blues Magoos,
Agitation Free,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gun Club,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
Dennis Brown,
Depeche Mode,
June Days,
Grauzone,
The Fall,
Skriet,
Deepchord,
Henry Cow,
Nick Fraelich,
Althea and Donna,
Yaz,
Sandy B,
These Immortal Souls,
Godley & Creme,
Goldenarms,
The Residents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gladiators,
Malaria!,
Absolute Body Control,
Charles Mingus,
Amazonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brand Nubian,
Drexciya,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swans,
Schoolly D,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
The Associates,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.