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 Tonga and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeff Lynne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Adolescents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Pus,
U.S. Maple,
Bang On A Can,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
Erasure,
Fat Boys,
Josef K,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Byrd,
The Victims,
Ituana,
Von Mondo,
Khruangbin,
Niagra,
Crime,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Terry,
F. McDonald,
The Mummies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Near,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Wake,
Neu!,
Easy Going,
The Black Dice,
Marc Almond,
a-ha,
Lou Reed,
Zero Boys,
Joy Division,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
Donald Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minny Pops,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fugs,
Stiv Bators,
Subhumans,
Television,
Lalann,
Faust,
Shoche,
Michelle Simonal,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Altered Images,
Arcadia,
Lebanon Hanover,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.