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 Marshall Islands and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Sexual Harrassment to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Kaleidoscope,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Womack,
Shoche,
Smog,
Gabor Szabo,
MC5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monochrome Set,
Archie Shepp,
Little Man,
ABBA,
Angry Samoans,
Hot Snakes,
Negative Approach,
Flipper,
Alison Limerick,
Slick Rick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warsaw,
Judy Mowatt,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
Janne Schatter,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Music Machine,
Oblivians,
Glenn Branca,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Stooges,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bush Tetras,
The Golliwogs,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
Yellowson,
The Slackers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Sherman,
Make Up,
The Dirtbombs,
Scion,
Ken Boothe,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerri Chandler,
MDC,
Byron Stingily,
Fat Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cure,
Lakeside,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.