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 Gabon and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Surgeon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Mr. Review,
cv313,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantytec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Slave,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Desert Stars,
LL Cool J,
Dave Gahan,
Urselle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delta 5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moleskins,
Peter & Gordon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Flag,
Barbara Tucker,
Alton Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Little Man,
Niagra,
Eddi Front,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Easy Going,
MC5,
Symarip,
Chrome,
Pussy Galore,
Pylon,
The Gories,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amazonics,
Erasure,
Spoonie Gee,
Nik Kershaw,
The Tremeloes,
Tommy Roe,
Jacques Brel,
Stiv Bators,
H. Thieme,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Golliwogs,
The Smiths,
Hardrive,
Kas Product,
Dennis Brown,
X-101,
A Certain Ratio,
Boz Scaggs,
Ken Boothe,
Das Ding,
Blake Baxter,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.