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 Paraguay and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alice Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
The Invisible,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pole,
Mantronix,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oblivians,
Delta 5,
Angry Samoans,
Alison Limerick,
This Heat,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Trojans,
Bill Wells,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Sherman,
The Leaves,
Sugar Minott,
the Association,
Clear Light,
Black Sheep,
Colin Newman,
Monks,
China Crisis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Massinfluence,
Deakin,
The Residents,
Erykah Badu,
Ronan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ponytail,
48th St. Collective,
Fugazi,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Clarke,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Cal Tjader,
Duran Duran,
Minor Threat,
Kaleidoscope,
Pussy Galore,
Drexciya,
the Slits,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.