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 Syria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Junior Murvin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Idris Muhammad,
Iggy Pop,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Clarke,
Sugar Minott,
Quantec,
Zero Boys,
Scan 7,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
Dave Gahan,
Roxette,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ludus,
Clear Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul II Soul,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mummies,
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Christie,
Barrington Levy,
The Names,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Von Mondo,
48th St. Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Misunderstood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agent Orange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Icehouse,
Blake Baxter,
Bronski Beat,
The Raincoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blossom Toes,
Radio Birdman,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Bourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
Procol Harum,
Joyce Sims,
The Cowsills,
Theoretical Girls,
Joy Division,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.