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 Lebanon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tres Demented to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Move,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Last Poets,
Tommy Roe,
The Remains,
Malaria!,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Pus,
JFA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fluxion,
Vainqueur,
The Gap Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rosa Yemen,
Harmonia,
Gichy Dan,
The Alarm Clocks,
UT,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Fraelich,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donny Hathaway,
Bauhaus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Althea and Donna,
La Düsseldorf,
Essential Logic,
Animal Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Carl Craig,
the Swans,
John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smiths,
The New Christs,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Raincoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers,
The Offenders,
Talk Talk,
Sugar Minott,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doors,
Byron Stingily,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Kenny Larkin,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.