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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Model 500 to the jazz 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Trumans Water,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Half Japanese,
Fear,
Soft Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Offenders,
Lucky Dragons,
PIL,
Crime,
Gerry Rafferty,
Al Stewart,
Radiohead,
Brothers Johnson,
Quantec,
The Beau Brummels,
Ice-T,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ludus,
Adolescents,
Icehouse,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
Sonic Youth,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Misunderstood,
The Stooges,
Cecil Taylor,
Absolute Body Control,
FM Einheit,
E-Dancer,
Television,
Popol Vuh,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Kenny Larkin,
Suburban Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Starr,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swans,
Hashim,
Junior Murvin,
Severed Heads,
Talk Talk,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Associates,
The Residents,
Amon Düül II,
Faust,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.