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 Georgia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Max Romeo to the crunk 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mojo Men,
Theoretical Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang On A Can,
Funky Four + One,
Shoche,
Magma,
Supertramp,
Barbara Tucker,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Das Ding,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radio Birdman,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club,
Sun City Girls,
Television Personalities,
One Last Wish,
Howard Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Buzzcocks,
Ice-T,
Soulsonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Last Poets,
The Motions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacques Brel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Star Department,
Qualms,
AZ,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Happenings,
Susan Cadogan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Pole,
Sonic Youth,
Black Moon,
Gong,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül II,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Surgeon,
Don Cherry,
Make Up,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.