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 Lithuania and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young,
Albert Ayler,
Funkadelic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Davy DMX,
Derrick May,
Robert Görl,
Kas Product,
The Slits,
The Vogues,
Morten Harket,
Grey Daturas,
Bad Manners,
Sex Pistols,
The Black Dice,
Althea and Donna,
Pagans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
Liliput,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cymande,
Ultravox,
Susan Cadogan,
Scan 7,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Motions,
Ronnie Foster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
Bluetip,
Tears for Fears,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
Smog,
Bauhaus,
Gang Starr,
Basic Channel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Invisible,
Spoonie Gee,
Ossler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Monolake,
Suburban Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.