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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Y Pants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Symarip,
The Skatalites,
Icehouse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hasil Adkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monolake,
Bluetip,
Radio Birdman,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scrapy,
Derrick May,
Brick,
Funkadelic,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Sun City Girls,
Unwound,
The Litter,
The Smoke,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
Subhumans,
Faust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moby Grape,
Japan,
Carl Craig,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erasure,
The Music Machine,
Circle Jerks,
The Martian,
Alton Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Quando Quango,
Blossom Toes,
X-Ray Spex,
Don Cherry,
Harry Pussy,
David Axelrod,
Maurizio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sam Rivers,
The Pretty Things,
Scan 7,
Maleditus Sound,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd,
Crime,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grauzone,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.