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 Australia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Masters at Work to the grime 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q65,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Neon Judgement,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young,
Zapp,
Albert Ayler,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Infiniti,
Whodini,
the Germs,
The Gladiators,
June Days,
the Swans,
Gang of Four,
Y Pants,
Harmonia,
Liliput,
New Order,
The Seeds,
Adolescents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cowsills,
Ituana,
Robert Hood,
Shoche,
The Real Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Hasil Adkins,
June of 44,
Motorama,
Blancmange,
Aloha Tigers,
Wings,
Neu!,
Scratch Acid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aswad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.