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 Japan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gastr Del Sol to the crunk 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon 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?
John Holt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wolf Eyes,
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX,
OOIOO,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quantec,
Newcleus,
Cal Tjader,
The Martian,
Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Darondo,
Mandrill,
Los Fastidios,
Amazonics,
Flipper,
Lakeside,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deakin,
The Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
Donald Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Iggy Pop,
Archie Shepp,
Skriet,
The Fugs,
Anakelly,
The Monks,
China Crisis,
The American Breed,
The Move,
The Durutti Column,
The Barracudas,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Wyatt,
The Offenders,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
Qualms,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultra Naté,
Colin Newman,
Morten Harket,
The Cowsills,
Ituana,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.