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 Estonia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Lightning Bolt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Half Japanese,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barclay James Harvest,
H. Thieme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
T.S.O.L.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smiths,
Deepchord,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Zeros,
Au Pairs,
Cybotron,
UT,
FM Einheit,
Japan,
Junior Murvin,
Rod Modell,
Rosa Yemen,
Basic Channel,
Man Parrish,
Shoche,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Panda Bear,
Fugazi,
Supertramp,
Lakeside,
Underground Resistance,
Isaac Hayes,
Sam Rivers,
The Techniques,
Colin Newman,
Eric Copeland,
the Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Al Stewart,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blackbyrds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sound Behaviour,
Davy DMX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pulsallama,
Country Teasers,
Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June of 44,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Jandek,
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.