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 Niger and from New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Al Stewart to the punk 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Section 25,
Spandau Ballet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
The Evens,
Pole,
Todd Terry,
the Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sound Behaviour,
Stiv Bators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris Corsano,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The New Christs,
Wally Richardson,
Nirvana,
The Busters,
the Association,
The Martian,
Patti Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
Judy Mowatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Motorama,
Maurizio,
The United States of America,
Rekid,
Johnny Clarke,
The Birthday Party,
Pere Ubu,
Lyres,
Black Sheep,
Morten Harket,
Stetsasonic,
New Order,
Gang of Four,
Fugazi,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minny Pops,
Joey Negro,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Supertramp,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.