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 India and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rap 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Flag,
World's Most,
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
AZ,
The Fugs,
Yaz,
The Residents,
Sparks,
Infiniti,
Inner City,
Camberwell Now,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cheater Slicks,
Oblivians,
Sixth Finger,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Techniques,
The Durutti Column,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Darondo,
The Golliwogs,
The Count Five,
Icehouse,
Cameo,
Slick Rick,
Ten City,
Mars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Blake Baxter,
F. McDonald,
Stetsasonic,
Sister Nancy,
Interpol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Connie Case,
Index,
This Heat,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Tremeloes,
The Move,
Minnie Riperton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Desert Stars,
Zapp,
Rekid,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.