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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Ronnie Foster,
UT,
The Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Busters,
Aswad,
MC5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quadrant,
Supertramp,
The Move,
Gang Green,
Susan Cadogan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rites of Spring,
Dennis Brown,
Gang of Four,
Lindisfarne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fat Boys,
Chrome,
The Index,
The Kinks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Juan Atkins,
Loose Ends,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barbara Tucker,
X-Ray Spex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maurizio,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Gong,
Malaria!,
Scion,
Skaos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Desert Stars,
Fatback Band,
The Residents,
Goldenarms,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Buckinghams,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rekid,
Joe Smooth,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.