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 Zambia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bob Dylan to the jazz 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
X-101,
Connie Case,
Donald Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James White and The Blacks,
Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Procol Harum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-102,
Todd Terry,
Underground Resistance,
Sex Pistols,
Depeche Mode,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mr. Review,
Hot Snakes,
Rapeman,
Fatback Band,
Roxette,
A Certain Ratio,
Lower 48,
The Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Young Marble Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erykah Badu,
Laurel Aitken,
Reuben Wilson,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Henry Cow,
Maurizio,
Magma,
Wire,
Zapp,
Scrapy,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Zeros,
Kevin Saunderson,
UT,
R.M.O.,
Unwound,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.