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 Ivory Coast and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 KRS-One to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Black Sheep,
Grauzone,
Agent Orange,
Albert Ayler,
The Wake,
Unrelated Segments,
R.M.O.,
Mad Mike,
Dual Sessions,
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
Desert Stars,
Qualms,
Peter and Kerry,
Cheater Slicks,
Whodini,
Charles Mingus,
Funkadelic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rekid,
Kayak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alton Ellis,
Quantec,
Deepchord,
Sixth Finger,
David McCallum,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Hill,
The Raincoats,
Lalann,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mantronix,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Simply Red,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Tears for Fears,
The Buckinghams,
Essential Logic,
David Bowie,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Angels of Light,
Country Teasers,
The Pretty Things,
The Techniques,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harmonia,
Robert Wyatt,
The Toasters,
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
Gang Starr,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.