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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
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 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 Todd Rundgren to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Smog,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Durutti Column,
Vainqueur,
Barclay James Harvest,
Charles Mingus,
Sun City Girls,
Talk Talk,
Banda Bassotti,
Outsiders,
LL Cool J,
Kerri Chandler,
Groovy Waters,
The Smoke,
The Fall,
Depeche Mode,
The Music Machine,
The Names,
JFA,
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
David Bowie,
Marine Girls,
Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
The Victims,
Roxette,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fugs,
Deakin,
Ultra Naté,
The Walker Brothers,
Rekid,
Massinfluence,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gories,
Brass Construction,
Sonic Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dead C,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Faust,
the Normal,
Brothers Johnson,
Wally Richardson,
Rotary Connection,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra,
The Selecter,
Section 25,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül II,
Josef K,
Roger Hodgson,
Marmalade,
Jandek,
The Moody Blues,
The Pretty Things,
The Evens,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.