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 Liechtenstein and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lalann to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Loose Ends,
Lower 48,
Metal Thangz,
H. Thieme,
Arcadia,
Alton Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Vainqueur,
Oneida,
Bang On A Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül II,
Symarip,
Robert Hood,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Flag,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wally Richardson,
The Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sound,
Deadbeat,
Rapeman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Durutti Column,
ABC,
Bobby Womack,
Grauzone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jawbox,
The Neon Judgement,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deakin,
Depeche Mode,
Max Romeo,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gabor Szabo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Marine Girls,
Brick,
Pierre Henry,
Newcleus,
The Monks,
The Moleskins,
Quando Quango,
The New Christs,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mad Mike,
DJ Style,
Royal Trux,
Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.