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 Somalia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Moss Icon to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neu!,
John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
A Certain Ratio,
Bush Tetras,
The Beau Brummels,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Smog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Star Department,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Starr,
Clear Light,
The Misunderstood,
Mandrill,
Cymande,
The Saints,
Davy DMX,
Intrusion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
Scan 7,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Can,
Funky Four + One,
Lyres,
Negative Approach,
Siglo XX,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Frankie Knuckles,
L. Decosne,
Japan,
Robert Görl,
Marmalade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ponytail,
The Last Poets,
The Divine Comedy,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Copeland,
B.T. Express,
Livin' Joy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Model 500,
The Mojo Men,
Sällskapet,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Sherman,
The Standells,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.