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 Iraq and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Black Bananas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Scrapy,
The Index,
John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alphaville,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Real Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Scientists,
Lou Christie,
Siglo XX,
Sister Nancy,
Nico,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alton Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bad Manners,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Normal,
Yazoo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chrome,
The Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Infiniti,
The Happenings,
Josef K,
Carl Craig,
Slave,
Fela Kuti,
F. McDonald,
Gang Starr,
Radio Birdman,
Camouflage,
48th St. Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Talk Talk,
The Black Dice,
Max Romeo,
Man Parrish,
Excepter,
Blancmange,
Public Enemy,
Crooked Eye,
Ultra Naté,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Pus,
Ronan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
World's Most,
OOIOO,
The Young Rascals,
Kurtis Blow,
Mantronix,
Yusef Lateef,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.