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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Heaven 17 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funkadelic,
Arcadia,
The Music Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moody Blues,
U.S. Maple,
Main Source,
L. Decosne,
Marine Girls,
Yazoo,
Joe Smooth,
Nico,
The Fall,
Jeff Lynne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Beau Brummels,
Terry Callier,
Junior Murvin,
Vainqueur,
Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boredoms,
Michelle Simonal,
Quantec,
Sarah Menescal,
Fluxion,
Bang On A Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kas Product,
Half Japanese,
The Dirtbombs,
Pere Ubu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Simply Red,
Letta Mbulu,
Piero Umiliani,
Gabor Szabo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Index,
cv313,
ABC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tears for Fears,
MDC,
Rufus Thomas,
Symarip,
the Bar-Kays,
Pussy Galore,
Deadbeat,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Das Ding,
Oneida,
Lakeside,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.