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 Equatorial Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Inner City to the jazz 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Oblivians,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronan,
Goldenarms,
The Martian,
Circle Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Copeland,
Interpol,
Wire,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris & Cosey,
Section 25,
Throbbing Gristle,
Japan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Barry Ungar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funky Four + One,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Association,
Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Guru Guru,
Radio Birdman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
Black Moon,
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
Gabor Szabo,
Skarface,
Scan 7,
Alice Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Barracudas,
Isaac Hayes,
Donny Hathaway,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
UT,
Suicide,
Roxy Music,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.