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 Cambodia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Chris Corsano to the disco 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Masters at Work,
Con Funk Shun,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Halsall,
Mad Mike,
Slave,
Yellowson,
The Black Dice,
Connie Case,
June Days,
Drexciya,
The Beau Brummels,
Bad Manners,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Evens,
The Young Rascals,
Tom Boy,
Newcleus,
Rotary Connection,
The Monochrome Set,
Arab on Radar,
The Index,
Steve Hackett,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Crash Course in Science,
Maurizio,
Kaleidoscope,
The Star Department,
The Associates,
EPMD,
Jeff Lynne,
Pylon,
Panda Bear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Martian,
Urselle,
Wire,
Spoonie Gee,
Organ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brand Nubian,
The Cure,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Saints,
Sun City Girls,
Procol Harum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flash Fearless,
Josef K,
Lucky Dragons,
Glenn Branca,
Whodini,
Arcadia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.