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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Steve Hackett to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Style,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
kango's stein massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Moebius,
Newcleus,
Porter Ricks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Starr,
Marc Almond,
the Association,
This Heat,
Eden Ahbez,
Kenny Larkin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Excepter,
Pere Ubu,
The Seeds,
Darondo,
The Gories,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cluster,
Country Teasers,
The Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
D'Angelo,
Scientists,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Index,
The Evens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donny Hathaway,
Make Up,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kayak,
The Victims,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.