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 Finland and from New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Charles Mingus to the punk 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Jandek,
The Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boredoms,
Yellowson,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fuzztones,
Darondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Make Up,
Mr. Review,
Ronan,
Talk Talk,
Blake Baxter,
Bush Tetras,
DNA,
The Durutti Column,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Standells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Basic Channel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Pus,
Audionom,
Andrew Hill,
June Days,
The Evens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Selecter,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moody Blues,
Yusef Lateef,
The J.B.'s,
Rufus Thomas,
Spoonie Gee,
Sparks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zero Boys,
The Vogues,
Camouflage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skarface,
The Searchers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
Japan,
Matthew Bourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siglo XX,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.