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 Ethiopia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rap 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
X-102,
Ken Boothe,
B.T. Express,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Grauzone,
Eric Copeland,
Glenn Branca,
Brass Construction,
The Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Flag,
The Offenders,
Slave,
Barry Ungar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chrome,
Bill Wells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dead C,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Absolute Body Control,
Camouflage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joensuu 1685,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Hood,
Television Personalities,
Shuggie Otis,
Visage,
MC5,
Eli Mardock,
Sällskapet,
Ornette Coleman,
Don Cherry,
Swell Maps,
DNA,
Kaleidoscope,
D'Angelo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Surgeon,
Buzzcocks,
The Index,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.