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 Micronesia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cowsills,
Audionom,
Cheater Slicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gories,
Surgeon,
Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Piero Umiliani,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lungfish,
Yaz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Danielle Patucci,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agitation Free,
John Holt,
Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ponytail,
Easy Going,
Suburban Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ituana,
Peter & Gordon,
The Skatalites,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Gang Starr,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Victims,
Dawn Penn,
Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Hashim,
The Knickerbockers,
Aswad,
Anakelly,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heaven 17,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hasil Adkins,
Colin Newman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.