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 Poland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Altered Images to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Mars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lightning Bolt,
Boz Scaggs,
Pylon,
Sex Pistols,
48th St. Collective,
Wasted Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Beau Brummels,
Q65,
Eli Mardock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Byron Stingily,
Deadbeat,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
Rosa Yemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Rapeman,
The Fortunes,
Nas,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
The Gladiators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stereo Dub,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siglo XX,
Erasure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare,
Metal Thangz,
The Kinks,
H. Thieme,
Black Sheep,
The Gories,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Saccharine Trust,
Oneida,
Letta Mbulu,
Zapp,
Second Layer,
Chris Corsano,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.