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 Uganda and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Move to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Standells,
Severed Heads,
Heaven 17,
The Fuzztones,
AZ,
The Fall,
Camberwell Now,
The Buckinghams,
UT,
Pantaleimon,
The Wake,
Donny Hathaway,
Massinfluence,
Shuggie Otis,
World's Most,
Warren Ellis,
Smog,
Ronan,
Babytalk,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Yellowson,
Soul II Soul,
Trumans Water,
Marvin Gaye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül,
Kevin Saunderson,
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispian St. Peters,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doors,
Thompson Twins,
John Coltrane,
Aswad,
X-101,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quadrant,
Pylon,
Patti Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerri Chandler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Josef K,
Agent Orange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Youth Brigade,
Faraquet,
Zero Boys,
Unwound,
Sarah Menescal,
Q and Not U,
the Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scion,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.