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 Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Shuggie Otis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
F. McDonald,
Howard Jones,
New Order,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warsaw,
The Monochrome Set,
PIL,
Aural Exciters,
The Skatalites,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Clarke,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
UT,
Alison Limerick,
Vainqueur,
Tom Boy,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fall,
The Evens,
The American Breed,
The Fugs,
Brick,
La Düsseldorf,
This Heat,
Newcleus,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Interpol,
The Durutti Column,
Yazoo,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
The Blues Magoos,
Gichy Dan,
Sixth Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Althea and Donna,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Index,
Accadde A,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra,
Mad Mike,
Drexciya,
Brass Construction,
Sight & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Lou Christie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The J.B.'s,
The Neon Judgement,
The Saints,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.