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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Seeds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Porter Ricks,
CMW,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy,
Mandrill,
Masters at Work,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David McCallum,
Eric Dolphy,
Ten City,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kenny Larkin,
Section 25,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harmonia,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Tremeloes,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
The Mojo Men,
The Fortunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
Black Pus,
Ice-T,
Albert Ayler,
Eli Mardock,
Agitation Free,
The Standells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
48th St. Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dark Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Byron Stingily,
The Busters,
Ken Boothe,
Rites of Spring,
Gichy Dan,
Aloha Tigers,
Lakeside,
Erykah Badu,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick May,
The Stooges,
Model 500,
The Names,
Deadbeat,
Arthur Verocai,
Mars,
Monolake,
Nik Kershaw,
The Five Americans,
Minnie Riperton,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.