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 Iran and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skatalites to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quando Quango,
Marine Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Dawn Penn,
Radiohead,
Stetsasonic,
Goldenarms,
Von Mondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Scientists,
Skarface,
Lakeside,
DNA,
Desert Stars,
Circle Jerks,
The Saints,
Neil Young,
Half Japanese,
The Monochrome Set,
Section 25,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
Camberwell Now,
Popol Vuh,
Brick,
Panda Bear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deepchord,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Leaves,
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
Technova,
The Victims,
Dual Sessions,
X-102,
the Slits,
Pantytec,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Real Kids,
Cameo,
Ossler,
Liliput,
Audionom,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Görl,
The New Christs,
EPMD,
F. McDonald,
Ronnie Foster,
Crash Course in Science,
Sparks,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
Minutemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.