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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Livin' Joy to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Trumans Water,
David Axelrod,
Boz Scaggs,
Accadde A,
Desert Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
UT,
Anakelly,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bronski Beat,
Lalann,
Motorama,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-102,
Chris & Cosey,
A Certain Ratio,
Dawn Penn,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
R.M.O.,
Royal Trux,
Max Romeo,
Scientists,
Hot Snakes,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Wells,
Deepchord,
John Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül II,
The Beau Brummels,
Drexciya,
Jandek,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
cv313,
Adolescents,
Al Stewart,
The Sound,
Grauzone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Derrick May,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
Stereo Dub,
John Holt,
Dennis Brown,
Maurizio,
Erasure,
Das Ding,
Moss Icon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.