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 Fiji and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 The Stooges to the dance 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Jerry's Kids,
Silicon Teens,
The Music Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Camouflage,
The Fugs,
Funky Four + One,
Stetsasonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tom Boy,
a-ha,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Max Romeo,
Icehouse,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moss Icon,
Eve St. Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rapeman,
The Gladiators,
Anakelly,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sandy B,
John Holt,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fuzztones,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gories,
Neil Young,
Gastr Del Sol,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
Susan Cadogan,
Shoche,
The Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radio Birdman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Dolphy,
James White and The Blacks,
Faust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Scrapy,
Brick,
The Evens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.