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 Burkina and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 kango's stein massive to the rap 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Saccharine Trust,
Bush Tetras,
Nik Kershaw,
Scion,
Ituana,
The Invisible,
Michelle Simonal,
Eddi Front,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quantec,
Davy DMX,
John Holt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Motions,
Supertramp,
B.T. Express,
F. McDonald,
Eurythmics,
Newcleus,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Skatalites,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zero Boys,
Ten City,
The Cramps,
The Last Poets,
Skaos,
Thompson Twins,
Little Man,
Simply Red,
The Cure,
Althea and Donna,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Soulsonic Force,
Lakeside,
Motorama,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Prince Buster,
Black Flag,
The Residents,
Oblivians,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smiths,
the Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.