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 Swaziland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Ronan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Cowsills,
Quadrant,
Eddi Front,
Icehouse,
Rapeman,
Ituana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Soul II Soul,
Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aswad,
Skarface,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Selecter,
T. Rex,
Nirvana,
The Sonics,
Cybotron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nils Olav,
Anakelly,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terry Callier,
the Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Stereo Dub,
Subhumans,
Boz Scaggs,
Nik Kershaw,
Rekid,
Goldenarms,
Suicide,
Das Ding,
Bobby Sherman,
Althea and Donna,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers,
The Count Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Circle Jerks,
Sparks,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Buzzcocks,
Brick,
Sound Behaviour,
The Busters,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.