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 China and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moby Grape to the jazz 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Pulsallama,
Wasted Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Massinfluence,
Smog,
The Monochrome Set,
Average White Band,
Black Moon,
Mars,
Donny Hathaway,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Newcleus,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blues Magoos,
MDC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-101,
The Smoke,
Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare,
The Neon Judgement,
Loose Ends,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arab on Radar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Sneak,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra,
Arcadia,
The Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Kas Product,
Idris Muhammad,
The Busters,
Fear,
New York Dolls,
Eddi Front,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Cluster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Godley & Creme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yusef Lateef,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quadrant,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.