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 East Timor and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the disco 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pop Group,
Sixth Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nirvana,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
kango's stein massive,
Altered Images,
Dead Boys,
Bluetip,
Spandau Ballet,
Tom Boy,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Wells,
The Sonics,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bush Tetras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Moss Icon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doors,
Radio Birdman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Subhumans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arcadia,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronan,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blossom Toes,
Funky Four + One,
Funkadelic,
Stereo Dub,
Scrapy,
Surgeon,
Desert Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Main Source,
Ten City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cymande,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Green,
Half Japanese,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fortunes,
Swans,
X-102,
Symarip,
Robert Wyatt,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.