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 Greece and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 The Young Rascals to the funk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mad Mike,
the Association,
Dawn Penn,
K-Klass,
Boz Scaggs,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Oblivians,
Barclay James Harvest,
Main Source,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jawbox,
Gichy Dan,
Crime,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funky Four + One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter and Kerry,
Colin Newman,
OOIOO,
Graham Central Station,
Popol Vuh,
cv313,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Bananas,
KRS-One,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brand Nubian,
X-101,
X-102,
Moebius,
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson,
The Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Ornette Coleman,
John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Isaac Hayes,
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
The Wake,
Easy Going,
Accadde A,
Bluetip,
CMW,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Clear Light,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites,
Max Romeo,
Slave,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.