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 Angola and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Rotary Connection to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Crispian St. Peters,
Con Funk Shun,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
The Skatalites,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Max Romeo,
Minor Threat,
MDC,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funky Four + One,
Crooked Eye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mad Mike,
Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Oneida,
Prince Buster,
Anakelly,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ponytail,
Jimmy McGriff,
Panda Bear,
Schoolly D,
Massinfluence,
Bronski Beat,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Techniques,
Spandau Ballet,
Swell Maps,
Loose Ends,
Ludus,
Ronnie Foster,
Lakeside,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dark Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q and Not U,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Five Americans,
Roger Hodgson,
Guru Guru,
the Germs,
Black Sheep,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.