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 Uganda and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Yusef Lateef to the disco 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quantec,
The Fortunes,
Smog,
Bootsy Collins,
The Remains,
R.M.O.,
Youth Brigade,
Crash Course in Science,
The Motions,
The Pretty Things,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tim Buckley,
Gastr Del Sol,
Symarip,
The Wake,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
Minor Threat,
Essential Logic,
Silicon Teens,
Pole,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
Isaac Hayes,
Cluster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wally Richardson,
Surgeon,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül,
K-Klass,
The Cure,
The Golliwogs,
Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ohio Players,
Scion,
Sällskapet,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick May,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deepchord,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Machine,
Rod Modell,
Barrington Levy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reuben Wilson,
Lungfish,
Cameo,
Ludus,
D'Angelo,
Steve Hackett,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.