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 Ecuador and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Bang On A Can to the rock 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
A Certain Ratio,
Deakin,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zapp,
Chrome,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed,
Unwound,
David McCallum,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
the Sonics,
Anakelly,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magma,
Jawbox,
Ken Boothe,
Subhumans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sixth Finger,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Dolphy,
T. Rex,
Fluxion,
The Last Poets,
Joe Finger,
The Vogues,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Copeland,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Byron Stingily,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Susan Cadogan,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang On A Can,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Smog,
Eden Ahbez,
Tim Buckley,
Grauzone,
The Residents,
Warsaw,
Little Man,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Ludus,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Invisible,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane 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.