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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
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 rhodes 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 Grauzone to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges,
Duran Duran,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson,
The J.B.'s,
The Gladiators,
Godley & Creme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Certain Ratio,
Motorama,
Lightning Bolt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Graham Central Station,
Massinfluence,
Eddi Front,
The Divine Comedy,
Y Pants,
Eurythmics,
Gong,
The Moleskins,
Unrelated Segments,
Crime,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bad Manners,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wasted Youth,
JFA,
The Wake,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mark Hollis,
Urselle,
Skriet,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
Tres Demented,
The Techniques,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Don Cherry,
Magazine,
Jerry's Kids,
The Index,
Derrick May,
Nik Kershaw,
Guru Guru,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Juan Atkins,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra,
Technova,
Archie Shepp,
The Evens,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.