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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Barbara Tucker to the rap 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Dead C,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Hood,
Cluster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-101,
John Holt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
AZ,
Niagra,
Delta 5,
Boz Scaggs,
Jandek,
The Velvet Underground,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Count Five,
Bush Tetras,
Mantronix,
Television,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Simply Red,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lee Hazlewood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donny Hathaway,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quantec,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
The Move,
June Days,
Junior Murvin,
Second Layer,
Lower 48,
the Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Nico,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wire,
Dual Sessions,
Shuggie Otis,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vladislav Delay,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Style,
Arthur Verocai,
Sound Behaviour,
Kas Product,
Mission of Burma,
Charles Mingus,
Alice Coltrane,
ABC,
Visage,
Gang of Four,
Flash Fearless,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.