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 Japan and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kayak to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Smog,
Altered Images,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
The Moleskins,
Roger Hodgson,
Stiv Bators,
the Human League,
The Invisible,
Matthew Halsall,
Magazine,
Kas Product,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
Wire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
the Bar-Kays,
Tres Demented,
Wally Richardson,
John Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick May,
Yazoo,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex,
Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kevin Saunderson,
Youth Brigade,
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
Boredoms,
Underground Resistance,
Radiohead,
Reagan Youth,
Interpol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q and Not U,
Talk Talk,
CMW,
Fad Gadget,
The Birthday Party,
Reuben Wilson,
The Divine Comedy,
Piero Umiliani,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mars,
The Skatalites,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.