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 Somalia and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Tres Demented to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
Camouflage,
Lungfish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television Personalities,
kango's stein massive,
Niagra,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fela Kuti,
Peter & Gordon,
Hashim,
The Human League,
K-Klass,
UT,
Parry Music,
Icehouse,
ABC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slick Rick,
Urselle,
The Dirtbombs,
Sister Nancy,
The Five Americans,
The Gories,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Offenders,
Cal Tjader,
Eli Mardock,
Marine Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pylon,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jawbox,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed,
Joey Negro,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
The Techniques,
Mantronix,
Maurizio,
China Crisis,
Procol Harum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultra Naté,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.