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 Antigua and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kerri Chandler to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Trojans,
Andrew Hill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anthony Braxton,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Womack,
Porter Ricks,
the Human League,
Bad Manners,
Cluster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Names,
Banda Bassotti,
Second Layer,
48th St. Collective,
Royal Trux,
Gang Starr,
The Offenders,
EPMD,
Sixth Finger,
Khruangbin,
Sparks,
Au Pairs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Smog,
Robert Hood,
Crime,
Cecil Taylor,
Funkadelic,
Rufus Thomas,
Quantec,
The Searchers,
Gang of Four,
Mad Mike,
Graham Central Station,
The Angels of Light,
The Skatalites,
Gang Green,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kaleidoscope,
Arab on Radar,
Japan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Malaria!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mission of Burma,
John Foxx,
Susan Cadogan,
Tim Buckley,
The Count Five,
Infiniti,
Yusef Lateef,
Make Up,
Godley & Creme,
The Neon Judgement,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.