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 Poland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Detroit Cobras to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nik Kershaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jandek,
JFA,
Wolf Eyes,
Scan 7,
Scrapy,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Cameo,
Henry Cow,
Rod Modell,
Joy Division,
Suburban Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlback,
U.S. Maple,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hoover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
The Saints,
Jeff Mills,
Neu!,
Animal Collective,
Al Stewart,
Newcleus,
Delta 5,
Second Layer,
Fear,
Darondo,
Avey Tare,
Peter & Gordon,
Oblivians,
The Mojo Men,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Thee Headcoats,
Bluetip,
Janne Schatter,
Spoonie Gee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fat Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Junior Murvin,
the Normal,
Interpol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Eating Sloth,
Schoolly D,
The Busters,
The Misunderstood,
Aural Exciters,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cramps,
Skarface,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.