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 Zimbabwe and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Hill to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Oblivians,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Associates,
Mission of Burma,
Organ,
Tres Demented,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Janne Schatter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jandek,
The Dead C,
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxy Music,
Don Cherry,
Easy Going,
Shoche,
Excepter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sam Rivers,
10cc,
Flipper,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-102,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Names,
the Association,
Stereo Dub,
Althea and Donna,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Hill,
Loose Ends,
Country Teasers,
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
The Gladiators,
Supertramp,
Faust,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
One Last Wish,
Peter and Kerry,
the Sonics,
Ossler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Certain Ratio,
CMW,
Zapp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erasure,
Tubeway Army,
Drexciya,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Desert Stars,
Moby Grape,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.