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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 Skatalites to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Count Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Archie Shepp,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q65,
Marc Almond,
Malaria!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Wells,
Bronski Beat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Banda Bassotti,
ABC,
Inner City,
Fad Gadget,
Chris & Cosey,
K-Klass,
The Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blues Magoos,
MDC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Sneak,
Basic Channel,
The Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aaron Thompson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aswad,
Arthur Verocai,
Yaz,
The Gladiators,
Agent Orange,
Toni Rubio,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
The Trojans,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gories,
Ken Boothe,
Anakelly,
The Victims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donny Hathaway,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arab on Radar,
Public Enemy,
Traffic Nightmare,
These Immortal Souls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra,
Morten Harket,
Adolescents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.