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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Blackbyrds to the electroclash 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The New Christs,
Alton Ellis,
Lalann,
Sällskapet,
Joe Finger,
Marmalade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Urselle,
Marshall Jefferson,
Newcleus,
The Victims,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Raincoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Young Rascals,
The Fortunes,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Rotary Connection,
June of 44,
Eli Mardock,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wolf Eyes,
Erykah Badu,
Cluster,
The Red Krayola,
The Happenings,
Joey Negro,
Massinfluence,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wally Richardson,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Remains,
48th St. Collective,
Man Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warsaw,
Morten Harket,
D'Angelo,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unrelated Segments,
Ten City,
Motorama,
Deepchord,
Babytalk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Intrusion,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.