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 St Lucia and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Funkadelic to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Iggy Pop,
Neu!,
Groovy Waters,
The Gladiators,
Japan,
Adolescents,
Kas Product,
Desert Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Dolphy,
Heaven 17,
Can,
Pylon,
Motorama,
Joyce Sims,
The Wake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
June of 44,
Infiniti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rites of Spring,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
Franke,
Barrington Levy,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oblivians,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fugs,
Scion,
Mantronix,
Mark Hollis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
the Bar-Kays,
Rekid,
48th St. Collective,
X-101,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Young Rascals,
Fluxion,
Laurel Aitken,
The Move,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Christie,
Tears for Fears,
Siglo XX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.