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 Switzerland and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the jazz 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Circle Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter & Gordon,
The United States of America,
The Martian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Barbara Tucker,
Archie Shepp,
Talk Talk,
Rotary Connection,
Visage,
Ken Boothe,
Albert Ayler,
Max Romeo,
Robert Wyatt,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Teasers,
PIL,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Sonics,
Zero Boys,
ABBA,
Sight & Sound,
The New Christs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
Charles Mingus,
Don Cherry,
Absolute Body Control,
Organ,
Skaos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quando Quango,
Camouflage,
Colin Newman,
Slave,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
T. Rex,
Newcleus,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
The Red Krayola,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flipper,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.