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 Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Siglo XX to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Fear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Pierre Henry,
Wolf Eyes,
Alison Limerick,
John Lydon,
The Slits,
Black Pus,
The Happenings,
One Last Wish,
The Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ice-T,
Gong,
Whodini,
Al Stewart,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
Ponytail,
Bobby Womack,
The Alarm Clocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minor Threat,
Fugazi,
Alice Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Cymande,
Rotary Connection,
Quando Quango,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultravox,
Basic Channel,
Camberwell Now,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cramps,
Circle Jerks,
DNA,
Warsaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Scientists,
The Knickerbockers,
The Residents,
Connie Case,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacob Miller,
The Searchers,
The Invisible,
Rufus Thomas,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.