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 Romania and from Seoul.
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 Tehran and Cairo.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Selecter to the punk 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cowsills,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
Peter & Gordon,
Hardrive,
The Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Soft Machine,
Anakelly,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gichy Dan,
Tears for Fears,
Harry Pussy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bluetip,
Oblivians,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Groovy Waters,
Accadde A,
Franke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eurythmics,
The Fugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Divine Comedy,
Fugazi,
Warren Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Womack,
Das Ding,
Hoover,
Cymande,
The Blackbyrds,
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zapp,
The Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Christie,
Popol Vuh,
Donald Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
China Crisis,
Sound Behaviour,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
L. Decosne,
Sonic Youth,
Scratch Acid,
June of 44,
The Walker Brothers,
Ludus,
Young Marble Giants,
David Axelrod,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Residents,
The Evens,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.