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 Mongolia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Kerri Chandler to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
ABBA,
Robert Hood,
Soulsonic Force,
The Count Five,
Cameo,
Livin' Joy,
The Knickerbockers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lower 48,
Slave,
The Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Blossom Toes,
Main Source,
Jandek,
Nils Olav,
KRS-One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Popol Vuh,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy Collins,
Barry Ungar,
Isaac Hayes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-102,
Trumans Water,
Make Up,
The Real Kids,
Nas,
Pantytec,
Sparks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Selecter,
Peter and Kerry,
David Axelrod,
Visage,
Kenny Larkin,
Sällskapet,
The Techniques,
Urselle,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
Lalann,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Walker Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Kayak,
Slick Rick,
Mission of Burma,
Byron Stingily,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wire,
Technova,
Babytalk,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.