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 Oman and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Hill,
In Retrospect,
Archie Shepp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bauhaus,
Khruangbin,
Vainqueur,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Victims,
the Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visage,
Echospace,
Easy Going,
Todd Terry,
Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Reagan Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barbara Tucker,
Pierre Henry,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Cymande,
Schoolly D,
Altered Images,
Malaria!,
Man Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Sparks,
Deakin,
Mary Jane Girls,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
Hashim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
E-Dancer,
T. Rex,
Minny Pops,
Rufus Thomas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ossler,
Parry Music,
Hoover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agitation Free,
The Trojans,
Jeff Lynne,
Skaos,
Radiohead,
John Cale,
D'Angelo,
The Music Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Joy Division,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
The Fall,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.