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 Canada and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Metal Thangz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Visage,
The Toasters,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young,
Roger Hodgson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pop Group,
Pagans,
Spandau Ballet,
Frankie Knuckles,
AZ,
Boz Scaggs,
Cybotron,
X-102,
Dead Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Motions,
Arcadia,
Bush Tetras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius,
CMW,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry Gold Smith,
OOIOO,
the Germs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Infiniti,
The New Christs,
The Fortunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arthur Verocai,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nico,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
Roxy Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Unwound,
Blake Baxter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gong,
The Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reuben Wilson,
The Martian,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter and Kerry,
The Skatalites,
Bob Dylan,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.