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 South Sudan and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hashim,
Todd Terry,
The Fuzztones,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cure,
Boredoms,
Soft Machine,
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Niagra,
The Move,
The Evens,
X-102,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Desert Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moebius,
Alice Coltrane,
10cc,
Gang Green,
Au Pairs,
Television Personalities,
Rites of Spring,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
Youth Brigade,
Whodini,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hoover,
Animal Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
In Retrospect,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Talk Talk,
Visage,
Althea and Donna,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Certain Ratio,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter and Kerry,
Oneida,
Schoolly D,
Fatback Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young,
Excepter,
The Modern Lovers,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.