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 Costa Rica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Lucky Dragons 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders 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?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Au Pairs,
Albert Ayler,
Alison Limerick,
The Vogues,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Martian,
Q and Not U,
Q65,
Babytalk,
Todd Terry,
the Association,
Marc Almond,
The Cure,
The Pop Group,
Porter Ricks,
The Happenings,
Model 500,
Inner City,
Judy Mowatt,
Nik Kershaw,
the Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The United States of America,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Loose Ends,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masters at Work,
The Birthday Party,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Invisible,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sällskapet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiopuhelimet,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultra Naté,
Piero Umiliani,
Boz Scaggs,
Soulsonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang On A Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Smog,
The Motions,
Jeff Lynne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fall,
Moss Icon,
Liliput,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.