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 Mexico and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Wake to the dance 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Music Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Scrapy,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacob Miller,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Basic Channel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soulsonic Force,
D'Angelo,
The Barracudas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skriet,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
Cal Tjader,
Pulsallama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bob Dylan,
Dennis Brown,
Sällskapet,
Darondo,
Black Moon,
The Fall,
The Last Poets,
AZ,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Green,
Heaven 17,
Tommy Roe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Al Stewart,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Wyatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blancmange,
The Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker,
Rapeman,
a-ha,
Swell Maps,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.