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 India and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Matthew Bourne to the funk 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Smog,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mojo Men,
Babytalk,
Joyce Sims,
Joey Negro,
Easy Going,
Eddi Front,
Wally Richardson,
Motorama,
the Bar-Kays,
New Age Steppers,
The Evens,
The Standells,
Tim Buckley,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
Silicon Teens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Misunderstood,
Marine Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Tears for Fears,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minny Pops,
Agent Orange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Deepchord,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ice-T,
Theoretical Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul II Soul,
Quantec,
Amon Düül II,
Skaos,
Stereo Dub,
Aural Exciters,
Janne Schatter,
Bronski Beat,
The Saints,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris & Cosey,
Arthur Verocai,
Jandek,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.