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 Cameroon and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Mandrill to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Blake Baxter,
Scratch Acid,
Monolake,
Ronan,
Cluster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Morten Harket,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jandek,
Rekid,
Stiv Bators,
The Invisible,
Mantronix,
Nas,
Blancmange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Pierre Henry,
The Divine Comedy,
Joyce Sims,
Dave Gahan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Vogues,
Derrick May,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maleditus Sound,
Don Cherry,
Roger Hodgson,
Visage,
Y Pants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Subhumans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bronski Beat,
ABC,
JFA,
Donald Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ten City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Leaves,
The Fugs,
Patti Smith,
Pole,
Harmonia,
This Heat,
Procol Harum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minny Pops,
Duran Duran,
The Happenings,
UT,
Black Bananas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Little Man,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.