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 Spain and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grime 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Lower 48,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Ice-T,
The Dirtbombs,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
The Gladiators,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Byron Stingily,
Average White Band,
EPMD,
Archie Shepp,
Connie Case,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
Chrome,
Bootsy Collins,
Dead Boys,
The Techniques,
Blossom Toes,
Lungfish,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terry Callier,
Magazine,
Al Stewart,
Rod Modell,
Black Sheep,
Moby Grape,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
Fat Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Camberwell Now,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Style,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
Goldenarms,
Curtis Mayfield,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultravox,
Soulsonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
Masters at Work,
Peter and Kerry,
Bob Dylan,
Grauzone,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.