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 Burkina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aural Exciters,
Simply Red,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
Marvin Gaye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fugazi,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Rundgren,
Moss Icon,
The Smoke,
Clear Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
cv313,
Dennis Brown,
Jacob Miller,
the Association,
Laurel Aitken,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eden Ahbez,
Whodini,
Thee Headcoats,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
Rekid,
Sound Behaviour,
Brand Nubian,
Gichy Dan,
the Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Model 500,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Average White Band,
The Music Machine,
EPMD,
PIL,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantytec,
Erykah Badu,
Rosa Yemen,
ABBA,
Ossler,
Youth Brigade,
Adolescents,
The Invisible,
Little Man,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deakin,
The Monochrome Set,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crime,
Skaos,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.