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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Jimmy McGriff 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Donald Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Junior Murvin,
Zero Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Inner City,
Chrome,
the Slits,
Blake Baxter,
The Velvet Underground,
The Residents,
Y Pants,
Terry Callier,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül,
Yazoo,
the Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Alice Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Near,
Dennis Brown,
Marmalade,
JFA,
Funky Four + One,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Gang Dance,
OOIOO,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick Morgan,
Newcleus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
DJ Sneak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Five Americans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
Organ,
Robert Wyatt,
Massinfluence,
World's Most,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacob Miller,
Gang of Four,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Searchers,
Todd Terry,
Prince Buster,
Cybotron,
Moby Grape,
Dead Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Moebius,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.