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 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 Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 The Beau Brummels to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
Peter and Kerry,
Technova,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Christie,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brick,
a-ha,
Nick Fraelich,
Absolute Body Control,
Tropical Tobacco,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
Adolescents,
The Names,
Wasted Youth,
June of 44,
Zapp,
Sun City Girls,
The Barracudas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Guru Guru,
Yaz,
Cluster,
Lindisfarne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantaleimon,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms,
Althea and Donna,
Yellowson,
Los Fastidios,
Eden Ahbez,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bauhaus,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ten City,
Jawbox,
The Durutti Column,
Darondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Spoonie Gee,
This Heat,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set,
Pere Ubu,
Con Funk Shun,
Procol Harum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reuben Wilson,
Rufus Thomas,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.