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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Todd Terry to the rap 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Beau Brummels,
Brand Nubian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gong,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lindisfarne,
Qualms,
Joensuu 1685,
T.S.O.L.,
Duran Duran,
Ossler,
Section 25,
Niagra,
Joey Negro,
Unwound,
Thee Headcoats,
The Standells,
Panda Bear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spoonie Gee,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
Junior Murvin,
Visage,
EPMD,
Babytalk,
Boredoms,
Slave,
Roy Ayers,
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nik Kershaw,
Stereo Dub,
Deepchord,
Faraquet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Leaves,
The Skatalites,
Minor Threat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Massinfluence,
Marine Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Slick Rick,
Newcleus,
Sixth Finger,
the Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
John Lydon,
The Martian,
Franke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minutemen,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.