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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Derrick Morgan to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Crash Course in Science,
The New Christs,
Ossler,
Magma,
Zero Boys,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
Brand Nubian,
Japan,
Bobby Womack,
Fugazi,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick May,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
Fad Gadget,
The Moleskins,
Dark Day,
the Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sound Behaviour,
Terry Callier,
Pantaleimon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Standells,
Nico,
Depeche Mode,
Marmalade,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Delta 5,
Minny Pops,
Parry Music,
Das Ding,
Arthur Verocai,
Technova,
Groovy Waters,
Leonard Cohen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Organ,
Trumans Water,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
Theoretical Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yaz,
The Cure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lungfish,
CMW,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter and Kerry,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.