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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pretty Things to the dance 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
One Last Wish,
Gong,
Angry Samoans,
Circle Jerks,
Man Parrish,
The Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dead C,
Drexciya,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris Corsano,
Nirvana,
Carl Craig,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rufus Thomas,
Rod Modell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Outsiders,
Jerry's Kids,
Camouflage,
Blancmange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mantronix,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker,
Al Stewart,
Darondo,
Erykah Badu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suicide,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fall,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Image Ltd.,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
Surgeon,
Visage,
Bobby Sherman,
The Saints,
Pole,
The Slackers,
Bronski Beat,
Rapeman,
Country Teasers,
Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
ABC,
Matthew Bourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Audionom,
Aloha Tigers,
Altered Images,
Jawbox,
The Buckinghams,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.