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 Guyana and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 R.M.O. to the rock 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oblivians,
Reuben Wilson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
Arab on Radar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scan 7,
The American Breed,
the Germs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nas,
Minnie Riperton,
The Move,
Todd Rundgren,
The Kinks,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Main Source,
Funky Four + One,
Supertramp,
Lungfish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cluster,
Second Layer,
Interpol,
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
Fat Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Hood,
The Martian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Metal Thangz,
The Smiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacob Miller,
David McCallum,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers,
The Sound,
Sun Ra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tom Boy,
Surgeon,
La Düsseldorf,
Dual Sessions,
Easy Going,
Eve St. Jones,
Eddi Front,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bronski Beat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Henry Cow,
Peter and Kerry,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.