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 Turkmenistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
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 oboe 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 These Immortal Souls to the rap 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moby Grape,
David Axelrod,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Anthony Braxton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Fatback Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick Morgan,
Ice-T,
The Vogues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Clear Light,
Funkadelic,
Theoretical Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young,
Blake Baxter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Litter,
The Busters,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Babytalk,
Franke,
Derrick May,
The Wake,
Negative Approach,
Accadde A,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Order,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cameo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Searchers,
Pantaleimon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Iggy Pop,
Moss Icon,
Procol Harum,
The Fugs,
Technova,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster,
Section 25,
Kayak,
Qualms,
The Gap Band,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.