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 Madagascar and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 The Invisible to the crunk 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dead C,
Organ,
Das Ding,
Swans,
Parry Music,
Massinfluence,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liliput,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barry Ungar,
Freddie Wadling,
the Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dual Sessions,
Scan 7,
Piero Umiliani,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker,
The Grass Roots,
Babytalk,
The Smoke,
Kas Product,
LL Cool J,
Mad Mike,
Nils Olav,
Suburban Knight,
Black Sheep,
Roxy Music,
Dark Day,
John Lydon,
The Cure,
Average White Band,
Make Up,
Zero Boys,
FM Einheit,
Black Pus,
T.S.O.L.,
The Selecter,
Deadbeat,
The New Christs,
Leonard Cohen,
Maleditus Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
the Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Sällskapet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
Section 25,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.