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 Malta and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Reagan Youth to the dance 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Monolake 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Connie Case,
F. McDonald,
Reagan Youth,
Carl Craig,
World's Most,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare,
Deadbeat,
Supertramp,
Prince Buster,
Heaven 17,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Selecter,
D'Angelo,
Bad Manners,
Warsaw,
John Holt,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
Motorama,
Skriet,
Underground Resistance,
Yaz,
The Buckinghams,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kurtis Blow,
Sällskapet,
The Mummies,
Lindisfarne,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Hill,
Lightning Bolt,
Tom Boy,
Boz Scaggs,
the Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalann,
Traffic Nightmare,
Index,
Public Enemy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall,
The Grass Roots,
Saccharine Trust,
Barrington Levy,
The Tremeloes,
The Barracudas,
Los Fastidios,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bush Tetras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.