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 Estonia and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bob Dylan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Barracudas,
Pole,
Qualms,
Pere Ubu,
the Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
Icehouse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Can,
Funkadelic,
The Black Dice,
Heaven 17,
CMW,
The Buckinghams,
Hardrive,
New York Dolls,
B.T. Express,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joyce Sims,
Drexciya,
Sandy B,
Intrusion,
Agitation Free,
Babytalk,
The Count Five,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
Man Parrish,
The Offenders,
Popol Vuh,
H. Thieme,
Technova,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cramps,
The Young Rascals,
Animal Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Womack,
Blake Baxter,
Marvin Gaye,
Mo-Dettes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Susan Cadogan,
Funky Four + One,
Don Cherry,
Scientists,
The Blues Magoos,
The Residents,
Crash Course in Science,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.