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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Gong to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fat Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dave Clark Five,
EPMD,
Bob Dylan,
The Dead C,
The Slackers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode,
Ronnie Foster,
Yaz,
Grauzone,
The Busters,
kango's stein massive,
In Retrospect,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Raincoats,
Sandy B,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
The Neon Judgement,
The Human League,
Pylon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Slave,
Black Moon,
UT,
Make Up,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Grass Roots,
U.S. Maple,
The Standells,
The Trojans,
Dennis Brown,
One Last Wish,
Don Cherry,
Panda Bear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Toni Rubio,
Moebius,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scrapy,
Ronan,
Matthew Bourne,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.