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 Greece and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
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 harpsichord 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 Crooked Eye to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Pussy Galore,
The Saints,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minny Pops,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Standells,
The Dead C,
Lightning Bolt,
Scion,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins,
Dennis Brown,
Nik Kershaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Don Cherry,
Camberwell Now,
UT,
Fat Boys,
New York Dolls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Icehouse,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maleditus Sound,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Teasers,
Arthur Verocai,
AZ,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Infiniti,
Lyres,
T. Rex,
Cymande,
Ronan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Charles Mingus,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young,
The Busters,
a-ha,
Eden Ahbez,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Görl,
The Monks,
The Angels of Light,
F. McDonald,
The Gories,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mummies,
Deakin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Motorama,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.