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 Guatemala and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Jacques Brel 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Warsaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rapeman,
The Dirtbombs,
Fat Boys,
Fugazi,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
The Remains,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wolf Eyes,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
Average White Band,
Symarip,
Severed Heads,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maleditus Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
the Normal,
Amon Düül,
Banda Bassotti,
UT,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sound,
EPMD,
La Düsseldorf,
Nik Kershaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brand Nubian,
KRS-One,
June of 44,
Surgeon,
Cymande,
Marmalade,
Quantec,
The Invisible,
Royal Trux,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare,
Junior Murvin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sonics,
Jandek,
B.T. Express,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.