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 Cambodia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Cameo to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Massinfluence,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Popol Vuh,
Ossler,
Marmalade,
AZ,
Pussy Galore,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick Morgan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gories,
Junior Murvin,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Angels of Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth,
Little Man,
The Move,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker,
Faust,
The Remains,
Pierre Henry,
Brothers Johnson,
The Divine Comedy,
the Swans,
Index,
Glenn Branca,
Duran Duran,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Wyatt,
PIL,
Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Moebius,
Mr. Review,
Nico,
Lower 48,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Style,
X-101,
Piero Umiliani,
Clear Light,
Davy DMX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalann,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Slave,
Gang of Four,
Roxy Music,
Scrapy,
Alphaville,
Tom Boy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.