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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Outsiders 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Henry Cow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Flash Fearless,
The Monochrome Set,
Dual Sessions,
a-ha,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalann,
The Victims,
Donny Hathaway,
Laurel Aitken,
Camberwell Now,
Country Teasers,
Severed Heads,
Little Man,
Barrington Levy,
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
Cameo,
Pole,
Moebius,
Chris Corsano,
Main Source,
The Raincoats,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
Eric Copeland,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
Fear,
Suburban Knight,
Skarface,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Morten Harket,
The Smoke,
Minutemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thompson Twins,
Magazine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxy Music,
Ossler,
Andrew Hill,
ABC,
Circle Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Red Krayola,
The Offenders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Light Orchestra,
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.