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 Singapore and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 Radio Birdman to the grime 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Selecter,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
E-Dancer,
Tim Buckley,
Joy Division,
R.M.O.,
Section 25,
Lalann,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Sugar Minott,
David Axelrod,
Thompson Twins,
Tres Demented,
FM Einheit,
Angry Samoans,
Crime,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Black Dice,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Toni Rubio,
Sällskapet,
Colin Newman,
the Association,
Blake Baxter,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Easy Going,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Visage,
ABC,
The Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
Eddi Front,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moss Icon,
Mars,
Pantytec,
Skriet,
Wolf Eyes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Techniques,
Ornette Coleman,
Bauhaus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
Kas Product,
Ronnie Foster,
Cameo,
Roxy Music,
Yellowson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Letta Mbulu,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.