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 Italy and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 The Evens to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Urselle,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Dolphy,
Monolake,
The Invisible,
Aswad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
Albert Ayler,
Ludus,
The Barracudas,
The Cowsills,
Darondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalann,
Kaleidoscope,
Lucky Dragons,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Offenders,
Tommy Roe,
Charles Mingus,
Terry Callier,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABBA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
The Kinks,
Spoonie Gee,
Japan,
Lakeside,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Standells,
Fluxion,
The Residents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Trojans,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-101,
Soft Machine,
China Crisis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Bar-Kays,
Qualms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
UT,
Marine Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
Cluster,
Youth Brigade,
Yellowson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Talk Talk,
The New Christs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shuggie Otis,
Mission of Burma,
John Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Echospace,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.