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 Guinea-Bissau and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Soulsonic Force to the funk 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Pole,
Harmonia,
Loose Ends,
Lakeside,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra,
Joy Division,
Moss Icon,
Khruangbin,
Bad Manners,
Grey Daturas,
The Smoke,
June of 44,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul II Soul,
Bang On A Can,
Eddi Front,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Happenings,
Bill Near,
Scratch Acid,
Hasil Adkins,
The Skatalites,
The Durutti Column,
Arcadia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Massinfluence,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scrapy,
Delta 5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
F. McDonald,
Visage,
PIL,
Adolescents,
Inner City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joensuu 1685,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pylon,
Arthur Verocai,
The Offenders,
The Names,
FM Einheit,
Scion,
Country Teasers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dennis Brown,
Alison Limerick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Sheep,
The Black Dice,
Pharoah Sanders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.