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 Fiji and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Niagra to the grime 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
Magazine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sly & The Family Stone,
One Last Wish,
Procol Harum,
Eric Copeland,
Tres Demented,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-101,
Jacob Miller,
T. Rex,
Sight & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Raincoats,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Misunderstood,
Schoolly D,
The Leaves,
Fear,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultravox,
Khruangbin,
Neu!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joy Division,
Audionom,
Q and Not U,
Rosa Yemen,
Fugazi,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The American Breed,
Nils Olav,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico,
The New Christs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ice-T,
The Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Masters at Work,
Urselle,
Q65,
Robert Wyatt,
Average White Band,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.