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 Mauritius and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Yaz to the grime 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Moody Blues,
Charles Mingus,
Pylon,
Mr. Review,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spandau Ballet,
PIL,
The Sound,
Agent Orange,
The Buckinghams,
Mars,
Lungfish,
The Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Panda Bear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cramps,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Los Fastidios,
Faraquet,
JFA,
CMW,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans,
Suicide,
The Sonics,
Todd Terry,
UT,
the Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Raincoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Excepter,
Thompson Twins,
Pole,
La Düsseldorf,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Wyatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Organ,
Ornette Coleman,
Nils Olav,
Gang of Four,
Zapp,
Rufus Thomas,
Lucky Dragons,
Urselle,
Bang On A Can,
Popol Vuh,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.