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 Kyrgyzstan and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Little Man to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 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 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Holt,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Clear Light,
Barrington Levy,
Davy DMX,
Unwound,
Liliput,
The Invisible,
Spandau Ballet,
Mark Hollis,
Cluster,
Essential Logic,
Hashim,
OOIOO,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radio Birdman,
The Evens,
Bob Dylan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül,
The Black Dice,
Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
Godley & Creme,
Lower 48,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scrapy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Byron Stingily,
Quadrant,
Cal Tjader,
Ken Boothe,
Patti Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Index,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers,
The Real Kids,
DNA,
a-ha,
The J.B.'s,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nico,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.