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 Madagascar and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Black Sheep to the grunge 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Grauzone,
Blake Baxter,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
L. Decosne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
In Retrospect,
Jandek,
Kerri Chandler,
Judy Mowatt,
Aural Exciters,
The Searchers,
Mantronix,
U.S. Maple,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Hutcherson,
These Immortal Souls,
Siglo XX,
Suburban Knight,
Lakeside,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pere Ubu,
Barrington Levy,
Ituana,
Half Japanese,
Gang of Four,
Jacques Brel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
Ponytail,
Camberwell Now,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Technova,
DJ Sneak,
The Fall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Albert Ayler,
Oblivians,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arcadia,
Blancmange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mission of Burma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Japan,
Fat Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cure,
The Music Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
The Real Kids,
Alton Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.