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 Seychelles and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Graham Central Station to the jazz 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
10cc,
Cecil Taylor,
Scratch Acid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Techniques,
Infiniti,
The Fugs,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Von Mondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Saccharine Trust,
ABC,
Arthur Verocai,
Sight & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deadbeat,
Sandy B,
The Fall,
Hoover,
Goldenarms,
Bob Dylan,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Byrd,
Monolake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare,
Althea and Donna,
The Trojans,
the Swans,
Al Stewart,
The Smoke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Black Moon,
Metal Thangz,
The Zeros,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Mars,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DNA,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Bananas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reuben Wilson,
The Happenings,
Main Source,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.