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 Palau and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Jacques Brel 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Country Teasers,
Anakelly,
The Martian,
Sandy B,
Simply Red,
Scrapy,
The Vogues,
Steve Hackett,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moleskins,
Delta 5,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unrelated Segments,
Kaleidoscope,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Easy Going,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry,
EPMD,
Cymande,
X-102,
Sugar Minott,
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
Brand Nubian,
a-ha,
Girls At Our Best!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hoover,
Lucky Dragons,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Offenders,
The Flesh Eaters,
L. Decosne,
The Litter,
June Days,
Don Cherry,
Tres Demented,
The Buckinghams,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Bluetip,
Sonic Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Zero Boys,
The Five Americans,
The Victims,
Hardrive,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.