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 Malaysia and from New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Janne Schatter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
X-102,
Liliput,
Second Layer,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Mills,
Outsiders,
Barbara Tucker,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
The Pretty Things,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
EPMD,
Main Source,
Sister Nancy,
Magma,
Aural Exciters,
The Count Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Star Department,
The Trojans,
The Slackers,
Amazonics,
Pierre Henry,
Man Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Busters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiopuhelimet,
UT,
Das Ding,
The Fuzztones,
Little Man,
Susan Cadogan,
In Retrospect,
Jawbox,
Quadrant,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bluetip,
Ponytail,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cymande,
Lucky Dragons,
Toni Rubio,
The Tremeloes,
Scrapy,
Hardrive,
Animal Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Althea and Donna,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.