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 Panama and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rock 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pop Group,
David McCallum,
Scientists,
Sound Behaviour,
Parry Music,
Half Japanese,
Rosa Yemen,
Steve Hackett,
Rod Modell,
Nas,
U.S. Maple,
Fluxion,
The Gap Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Television,
The Grass Roots,
PIL,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Zeros,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gladiators,
Mad Mike,
Nico,
Clear Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Certain Ratio,
Yusef Lateef,
Henry Cow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Niagra,
Outsiders,
Robert Görl,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Das Ding,
DJ Sneak,
The Stooges,
The Smoke,
The Offenders,
Shoche,
KRS-One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Livin' Joy,
Talk Talk,
The Divine Comedy,
Piero Umiliani,
Fatback Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donny Hathaway,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalann,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.