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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Panda Bear,
The Star Department,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tom Boy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Duran Duran,
Nico,
Masters at Work,
Jerry's Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Man Eating Sloth,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fall,
The Victims,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
Theoretical Girls,
the Germs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Black Dice,
Symarip,
Gong,
The Misunderstood,
Oneida,
Stereo Dub,
The Kinks,
the Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
Popol Vuh,
Buzzcocks,
The Durutti Column,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fat Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-102,
Grey Daturas,
Anakelly,
Yaz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Mills,
the Association,
The Residents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amazonics,
Cameo,
Metal Thangz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Negative Approach,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
10cc,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Joe Finger,
Agitation Free,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.