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 Armenia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Laurel Aitken to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Mo-Dettes,
Joy Division,
The Neon Judgement,
Franke,
New Order,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rod Modell,
The Buckinghams,
Quadrant,
Flipper,
Glenn Branca,
The Gladiators,
The Barracudas,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlback,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang On A Can,
The Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Arcadia,
Black Sheep,
Los Fastidios,
Chris Corsano,
Adolescents,
ABBA,
Procol Harum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radio Birdman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barbara Tucker,
Von Mondo,
Jandek,
Fluxion,
Inner City,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
Parry Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q and Not U,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Flag,
Barrington Levy,
Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wire,
Chris & Cosey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bronski Beat,
The Evens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker,
Scratch Acid,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Al Stewart,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.