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 New Zealand 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the disco 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Clarke,
Unrelated Segments,
The Music Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker,
Pulsallama,
Magma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eve St. Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fat Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mars,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sound,
The Residents,
Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks,
Bad Manners,
Dorothy Ashby,
Connie Case,
The Black Dice,
Soulsonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Nico,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacques Brel,
Wolf Eyes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Standells,
Lou Christie,
Scratch Acid,
Youth Brigade,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Sun City Girls,
Panda Bear,
David Axelrod,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sound Behaviour,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Pus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monks,
Dark Day,
Can,
Adolescents,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.