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 Cuba and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flipper to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
cv313,
The Residents,
Unwound,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oneida,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music,
PIL,
Metal Thangz,
Outsiders,
Derrick May,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gichy Dan,
The Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Morten Harket,
Aloha Tigers,
The Raincoats,
Black Moon,
X-102,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gun Club,
The Motions,
The Knickerbockers,
Lakeside,
Zapp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Eddi Front,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders,
Masters at Work,
Franke,
Junior Murvin,
Symarip,
Tommy Roe,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantaleimon,
The Sound,
Roxette,
KRS-One,
Moss Icon,
Hardrive,
Scientists,
The Moleskins,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
Crash Course in Science,
The Move,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra,
Mr. Review,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.