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 Eritrea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Junior Murvin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra,
Sugar Minott,
Banda Bassotti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rekid,
New Age Steppers,
Pantytec,
Yazoo,
Sixth Finger,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Martian,
Subhumans,
Max Romeo,
Wasted Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television,
the Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ituana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barry Ungar,
The Names,
Underground Resistance,
Pagans,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Clarke,
10cc,
The Gun Club,
Crooked Eye,
T. Rex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
Slave,
Rufus Thomas,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
The Saints,
DNA,
Robert Görl,
Eddi Front,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
The Fugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Technova,
The Sonics,
Supertramp,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.