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 Guyana and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Massinfluence to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Techniques,
Derrick Morgan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mad Mike,
Radio Birdman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fall,
Warsaw,
Newcleus,
Magma,
Icehouse,
Qualms,
Nik Kershaw,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zapp,
The Pretty Things,
Flash Fearless,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
10cc,
June of 44,
The Mummies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
World's Most,
Bill Wells,
L. Decosne,
Altered Images,
Brass Construction,
Mo-Dettes,
Mandrill,
The Beau Brummels,
Erasure,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Busters,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The New Christs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Steve Hackett,
Kayak,
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.