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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Deakin 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Ralphi Rosario,
Isaac Hayes,
Sex Pistols,
Byron Stingily,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fuzztones,
Maurizio,
Junior Murvin,
The Residents,
Goldenarms,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne,
ABBA,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
Fluxion,
Severed Heads,
Index,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Loose Ends,
The Smoke,
R.M.O.,
Silicon Teens,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glambeats Corp.,
48th St. Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed,
Funky Four + One,
Marmalade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stetsasonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Babytalk,
Jandek,
Cal Tjader,
LL Cool J,
Juan Atkins,
Outsiders,
Soul II Soul,
Quando Quango,
Cecil Taylor,
The Searchers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ossler,
Rekid,
Dark Day,
The Names,
The Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arab on Radar,
Popol Vuh,
The Remains,
Sonic Youth,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.