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 Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Livin' Joy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bronski Beat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Clear Light,
The Residents,
Rites of Spring,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yaz,
Black Bananas,
Mantronix,
Joensuu 1685,
Ponytail,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dennis Brown,
The Wake,
Nas,
Hasil Adkins,
Fat Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mars,
Public Enemy,
Sixth Finger,
Black Pus,
Ultra Naté,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
Stockholm Monsters,
Negative Approach,
Lalann,
the Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang On A Can,
Sight & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Quando Quango,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Holt,
Boredoms,
Eden Ahbez,
Brothers Johnson,
Kenny Larkin,
Sandy B,
The Remains,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swans,
Roxy Music,
The Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Easy Going,
Absolute Body Control,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.