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 Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Seeds,
Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Pus,
Bush Tetras,
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Con Funk Shun,
Swans,
Surgeon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra,
Barrington Levy,
Bob Dylan,
Piero Umiliani,
Tres Demented,
The Beau Brummels,
Faust,
Vladislav Delay,
ABC,
Thompson Twins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Morten Harket,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Icehouse,
R.M.O.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Circle Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spoonie Gee,
Oneida,
Sexual Harrassment,
Henry Cow,
Darondo,
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
The Names,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-Ray Spex,
Lakeside,
The Busters,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Black Dice,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Das Ding,
Delta 5,
Connie Case,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James White and The Blacks,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter & Gordon,
Popol Vuh,
Sixth Finger,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.