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 Ethiopia and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Scan 7 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Talk Talk,
The Barracudas,
Alphaville,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visage,
Sight & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Quantec,
Glenn Branca,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Rundgren,
Byron Stingily,
Marmalade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cymande,
The Misunderstood,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
Mandrill,
the Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Malaria!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Order,
Surgeon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marcia Griffiths,
Althea and Donna,
Funky Four + One,
Niagra,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Kayak,
New York Dolls,
Stetsasonic,
Los Fastidios,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
AZ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Negative Approach,
Essential Logic,
Josef K,
Derrick May,
Arab on Radar,
Moby Grape,
Cameo,
The Young Rascals,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.