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 Austria and from Portland.
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 Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bill Wells to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Moebius,
Marvin Gaye,
Sandy B,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Görl,
Vainqueur,
Radiohead,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
Ludus,
E-Dancer,
The Saints,
Mars,
The Martian,
Duran Duran,
The Blues Magoos,
Amazonics,
Lungfish,
Organ,
The Five Americans,
Scientists,
Funky Four + One,
Average White Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Maleditus Sound,
Cameo,
the Germs,
Pylon,
Kaleidoscope,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
AZ,
Goldenarms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Judy Mowatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Human League,
Camouflage,
Tommy Roe,
Minny Pops,
Underground Resistance,
Ultravox,
World's Most,
Newcleus,
The Fuzztones,
Mr. Review,
Interpol,
Lightning Bolt,
David McCallum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Desert Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going,
Thompson Twins,
Aural Exciters,
Das Ding,
Neil Young,
Erykah Badu,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.