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 Benin and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hardrive to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Yusef Lateef,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Camouflage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television,
Yellowson,
The Black Dice,
Sandy B,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camberwell Now,
Porter Ricks,
Hashim,
The Fugs,
The Residents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yaz,
Josef K,
Stereo Dub,
Chris Corsano,
Y Pants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Wings,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
Buzzcocks,
Zapp,
the Human League,
Public Enemy,
Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
Brand Nubian,
Altered Images,
The Slackers,
Mo-Dettes,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lyres,
Gang of Four,
Rufus Thomas,
Bad Manners,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Motions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül,
Howard Jones,
The Five Americans,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.