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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gastr Del Sol to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
The Raincoats,
Roxette,
The Dirtbombs,
Make Up,
The Monks,
Chrome,
R.M.O.,
Sight & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül,
Chris Corsano,
Accadde A,
The Red Krayola,
The Misunderstood,
Nas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siglo XX,
The Blues Magoos,
Colin Newman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
Depeche Mode,
the Germs,
New Order,
Half Japanese,
The Evens,
Ten City,
Archie Shepp,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warren Ellis,
the Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Technova,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Motions,
Ossler,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dead C,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.