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 Eritrea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Walker Brothers to the grime 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Robert Hood,
UT,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
The Count Five,
The Zeros,
Nas,
The Names,
the Bar-Kays,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Underground Resistance,
Peter & Gordon,
Crime,
Erasure,
Marmalade,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
Roxette,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers,
Drexciya,
The Black Dice,
John Foxx,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skaos,
Model 500,
Unwound,
Junior Murvin,
Swans,
Altered Images,
Soft Machine,
The Doors,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Fugazi,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gap Band,
Agent Orange,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mr. Review,
Ultravox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Panda Bear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deakin,
Whodini,
James White and The Blacks,
Camouflage,
Smog,
Albert Ayler,
Procol Harum,
Crooked Eye,
Deadbeat,
Prince Buster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.