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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Blackbyrds to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Ronnie Foster,
Faust,
Barrington Levy,
Von Mondo,
Scientists,
Shoche,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
K-Klass,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crash Course in Science,
Deakin,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Technova,
Sister Nancy,
Cymande,
Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lower 48,
Heaven 17,
Rites of Spring,
Kerri Chandler,
Scrapy,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grey Daturas,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Wyatt,
Don Cherry,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smiths,
Kas Product,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Joey Negro,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
The Real Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Tremeloes,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronan,
The Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Pantytec,
Skriet,
The Techniques,
The Neon Judgement,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
48th St. Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Los Fastidios,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.