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 Saudi Arabia and from London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 The Gories to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Idris Muhammad,
Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
KRS-One,
Magma,
Faraquet,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Janne Schatter,
Jacob Miller,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stereo Dub,
Joyce Sims,
Steve Hackett,
Alison Limerick,
Grauzone,
Livin' Joy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rapeman,
K-Klass,
Amazonics,
Mr. Review,
Mary Jane Girls,
D'Angelo,
The Count Five,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed,
One Last Wish,
Crooked Eye,
48th St. Collective,
Funky Four + One,
The Leaves,
Robert Görl,
Interpol,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators,
Anakelly,
Duran Duran,
Aaron Thompson,
Cecil Taylor,
MDC,
Toni Rubio,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
The J.B.'s,
The Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front,
Unwound,
John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Copeland,
Ornette Coleman,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.