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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grauzone to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Happenings,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Hood,
Chrome,
Los Fastidios,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Duran Duran,
Max Romeo,
The Pretty Things,
Visage,
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
KRS-One,
Lindisfarne,
The Mojo Men,
The Grass Roots,
Drexciya,
Scan 7,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joensuu 1685,
Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Heaven 17,
Deakin,
Motorama,
Nick Fraelich,
Blake Baxter,
New Age Steppers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Parry Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül II,
The Litter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Names,
Fear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lakeside,
Soulsonic Force,
Yellowson,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Mills,
Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grauzone,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
The Index,
Fat Boys,
Das Ding,
Joyce Sims,
Wire,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.