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 Portugal and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Fall to the jazz 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Pole,
David Axelrod,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oneida,
Reuben Wilson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radio Birdman,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Monolake,
Matthew Bourne,
The Real Kids,
The Saints,
Albert Ayler,
Yellowson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Basic Channel,
Wings,
Quando Quango,
Bob Dylan,
Charles Mingus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faust,
The Slackers,
B.T. Express,
Eve St. Jones,
The American Breed,
kango's stein massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Inner City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dennis Brown,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Zeros,
Black Moon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
JFA,
PIL,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Babytalk,
Goldenarms,
The Red Krayola,
June of 44,
Public Image Ltd.,
China Crisis,
Roxy Music,
Anthony Braxton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.