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 Argentina 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Yellowson to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Erasure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eddi Front,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Parry Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tom Boy,
Terry Callier,
Jawbox,
Oneida,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
Model 500,
Yellowson,
Iggy Pop,
Alton Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ohio Players,
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Ken Boothe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Altered Images,
Fatback Band,
Liliput,
The Gap Band,
The Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lower 48,
Fat Boys,
New Order,
Tres Demented,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick Morgan,
Deakin,
The Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harry Pussy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tubeway Army,
Audionom,
Scion,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
R.M.O.,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.