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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Lungfish to the punk 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Stiv Bators,
Arthur Verocai,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Pus,
The Gun Club,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pretty Things,
cv313,
Deepchord,
Pole,
These Immortal Souls,
The Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Black Flag,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anthony Braxton,
The Music Machine,
MC5,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers,
Dual Sessions,
JFA,
Pantytec,
Dawn Penn,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys,
In Retrospect,
The Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Machine,
Ohio Players,
Frankie Knuckles,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Fraelich,
Cal Tjader,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacob Miller,
Archie Shepp,
Cheater Slicks,
Visage,
Robert Görl,
Juan Atkins,
The Dead C,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crooked Eye,
FM Einheit,
Lou Christie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Sherman,
The Wake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.