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 Iceland and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Green 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
D'Angelo,
The Searchers,
Supertramp,
Eric Copeland,
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
The Fuzztones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
In Retrospect,
New York Dolls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Half Japanese,
Eden Ahbez,
Deadbeat,
Average White Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
Skarface,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cure,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
Altered Images,
Lungfish,
Morten Harket,
Spoonie Gee,
10cc,
John Foxx,
Wasted Youth,
the Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Little Man,
Mandrill,
Rufus Thomas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Ultra Naté,
The Zeros,
Radiohead,
R.M.O.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ponytail,
Peter & Gordon,
Liliput,
Silicon Teens,
Connie Case,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.