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 Uganda and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Gun Club to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
JFA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Smooth,
ABBA,
Organ,
Reuben Wilson,
The Wake,
Audionom,
Black Flag,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Bananas,
the Association,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mantronix,
Sam Rivers,
Fear,
World's Most,
Robert Görl,
Black Moon,
Cheater Slicks,
John Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Rufus Thomas,
Zero Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gladiators,
Erykah Badu,
Suicide,
The Smiths,
Dual Sessions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dennis Brown,
Kurtis Blow,
Whodini,
Japan,
Hardrive,
The Misunderstood,
Cameo,
The Stooges,
The Pretty Things,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The New Christs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.