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 Tunisia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Mission of Burma,
Byron Stingily,
Depeche Mode,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers,
Index,
Rites of Spring,
Morten Harket,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warren Ellis,
Excepter,
Icehouse,
The Litter,
X-102,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funky Four + One,
Zero Boys,
Ponytail,
Marc Almond,
Easy Going,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sandy B,
Barbara Tucker,
Inner City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Terry Callier,
Swell Maps,
Lightning Bolt,
Parry Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
Bobby Byrd,
The Happenings,
Archie Shepp,
Babytalk,
Negative Approach,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Franke,
Mo-Dettes,
Quantec,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
The Misunderstood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stetsasonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.