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 Comoros and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
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 Minny Pops to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
cv313,
The Black Dice,
Arthur Verocai,
Pet Shop Boys,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Bob Dylan,
Shuggie Otis,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ken Boothe,
Kool Moe Dee,
R.M.O.,
Subhumans,
Matthew Bourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Newcleus,
Con Funk Shun,
The United States of America,
the Normal,
Gang Green,
Pylon,
AZ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tom Boy,
the Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
The J.B.'s,
Lyres,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Index,
The Names,
ABC,
Spoonie Gee,
The Grass Roots,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nas,
Massinfluence,
Little Man,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
Sandy B,
Simply Red,
H. Thieme,
Gabor Szabo,
Junior Murvin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
JFA,
Toni Rubio,
Deepchord,
The Moody Blues,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.