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 Serbia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Bobby Womack to the crunk 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
Radio Birdman,
Jawbox,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Starr,
Brick,
Cheater Slicks,
Steve Hackett,
Oblivians,
Roxette,
Yazoo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Y Pants,
Bad Manners,
Magma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q and Not U,
Lucky Dragons,
Saccharine Trust,
The Buckinghams,
Suicide,
These Immortal Souls,
Wings,
Ronnie Foster,
Adolescents,
Pagans,
Shoche,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Germs,
Fat Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Pylon,
Eric Dolphy,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers,
The Gun Club,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
10cc,
Franke,
Alphaville,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swans,
The Remains,
Soft Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mantronix,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.