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 Japan and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Peter & Gordon to the dance 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Velvet Underground,
Joey Negro,
Aswad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MC5,
June of 44,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monks,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Hood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cybotron,
Hoover,
Ten City,
Q65,
Ponytail,
E-Dancer,
The Zeros,
Iggy Pop,
Soulsonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
The Gap Band,
kango's stein massive,
Television,
Bootsy Collins,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
Guru Guru,
Spandau Ballet,
Severed Heads,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agent Orange,
Toni Rubio,
Roger Hodgson,
Ossler,
Todd Terry,
The Dirtbombs,
Flamin' Groovies,
World's Most,
Darondo,
Juan Atkins,
Sister Nancy,
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shuggie Otis,
Mad Mike,
In Retrospect,
Arab on Radar,
The United States of America,
T. Rex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flash Fearless,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.