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 Halifax.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Marshall Jefferson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minor Threat,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Christie,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Adolescents,
Dual Sessions,
Scion,
The Young Rascals,
Al Stewart,
The Moody Blues,
Barry Ungar,
The Selecter,
The New Christs,
Darondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Hardrive,
Don Cherry,
Byron Stingily,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
The Red Krayola,
Deakin,
Sugar Minott,
June of 44,
David McCallum,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Sarah Menescal,
Inner City,
Gabor Szabo,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Hill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scratch Acid,
The Dead C,
The Smiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Teasers,
Black Moon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Angels of Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eli Mardock,
Prince Buster,
Brothers Johnson,
David Bowie,
Max Romeo,
Blossom Toes,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric B and Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Crooked Eye,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.