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 Fiji and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Blancmange,
Section 25,
Unwound,
The Standells,
Sugar Minott,
Reagan Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Whodini,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Age Steppers,
Pagans,
Arthur Verocai,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gun Club,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dirtbombs,
Pierre Henry,
Sixth Finger,
Black Bananas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Starr,
PIL,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mojo Men,
The Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Half Japanese,
Glenn Branca,
Blossom Toes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spandau Ballet,
Minnie Riperton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Subhumans,
Aural Exciters,
David Axelrod,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry's Kids,
AZ,
Main Source,
The Skatalites,
Grauzone,
Little Man,
Talk Talk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Coltrane,
The Sound,
The Count Five,
Minny Pops,
Outsiders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.