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 United Kingdom and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers to the grime 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day,
Rapeman,
Thee Headcoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erykah Badu,
Massinfluence,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Buzzcocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter and Kerry,
Crime,
Babytalk,
Minutemen,
Infiniti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultravox,
Gang Green,
DNA,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton,
The Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic,
Donald Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nirvana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scratch Acid,
Procol Harum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
the Human League,
Morten Harket,
Hot Snakes,
Kurtis Blow,
Shuggie Otis,
Terry Callier,
Siglo XX,
Chris & Cosey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television Personalities,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Aaron Thompson,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.