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 Paris.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed,
Half Japanese,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
Monolake,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerri Chandler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Sherman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Ken Boothe,
Bad Manners,
Wolf Eyes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Das Ding,
Underground Resistance,
Mad Mike,
Trumans Water,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Charles Mingus,
Skarface,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harpers Bizarre,
Banda Bassotti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Byron Stingily,
Albert Ayler,
Hashim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minor Threat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Cal Tjader,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tommy Roe,
The Motions,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Beau Brummels,
Brass Construction,
Animal Collective,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Gang of Four,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra,
Deadbeat,
The Barracudas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Organ,
Stereo Dub,
Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jawbox,
Soft Machine,
The United States of America,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.