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 Kuwait and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 10cc to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Hoover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
Livin' Joy,
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
Moebius,
June of 44,
Whodini,
Pulsallama,
Liliput,
Jimmy McGriff,
Saccharine Trust,
Brick,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Charles Mingus,
Symarip,
Laurel Aitken,
The Offenders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Little Man,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Althea and Donna,
Davy DMX,
Ornette Coleman,
Dennis Brown,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monochrome Set,
Byron Stingily,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Guru Guru,
David McCallum,
DJ Sneak,
Organ,
Magma,
CMW,
Mandrill,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stereo Dub,
The Victims,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker,
JFA,
Yellowson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suburban Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Echospace,
Deepchord,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Bananas,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
Barrington Levy,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.