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 Guyana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
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 spring reverb 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 Radio Birdman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Ice-T,
Johnny Clarke,
The Raincoats,
Drexciya,
Jawbox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Susan Cadogan,
Sparks,
Ken Boothe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bad Manners,
Moby Grape,
Harpers Bizarre,
R.M.O.,
Panda Bear,
James White and The Blacks,
Dave Gahan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fortunes,
Archie Shepp,
Skriet,
Aloha Tigers,
Idris Muhammad,
Section 25,
Rosa Yemen,
Pussy Galore,
The Fuzztones,
Quadrant,
Agent Orange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy Collins,
Deadbeat,
Godley & Creme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light,
Flipper,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moss Icon,
Kenny Larkin,
Main Source,
The Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eden Ahbez,
The Durutti Column,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Ituana,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.