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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 X-101 to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The New Christs,
Morten Harket,
Sarah Menescal,
Quantec,
Rod Modell,
Unwound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blossom Toes,
Main Source,
Adolescents,
Inner City,
Tim Buckley,
Skriet,
The Birthday Party,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days,
ABBA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monochrome Set,
Brothers Johnson,
Basic Channel,
Cybotron,
Harmonia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Hood,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy Collins,
Los Fastidios,
Byron Stingily,
The Music Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Dark Day,
cv313,
Smog,
The Standells,
Deepchord,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Remains,
Reuben Wilson,
Icehouse,
Bill Near,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moody Blues,
Stiv Bators,
Average White Band,
The Cramps,
Danielle Patucci,
Siglo XX,
Infiniti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Tremeloes,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.