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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Wyatt,
Rapeman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick May,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Move,
The Mummies,
Andrew Hill,
Lower 48,
MDC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moss Icon,
The Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Modern Lovers,
June Days,
Japan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fela Kuti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Khruangbin,
Desert Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lakeside,
48th St. Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Technova,
Nils Olav,
Steve Hackett,
Cameo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Arcadia,
The Busters,
Al Stewart,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pretty Things,
Black Flag,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Moon,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aural Exciters,
The Saints,
The Techniques,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Bowie,
The Leaves,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.