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 Brunei and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Lyres 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The J.B.'s,
Rotary Connection,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Bang On A Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joyce Sims,
Fela Kuti,
Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mark Hollis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Theoretical Girls,
The New Christs,
John Foxx,
Sparks,
Blossom Toes,
Unwound,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Absolute Body Control,
Lindisfarne,
The Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Offenders,
Newcleus,
Malaria!,
Mr. Review,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy Collins,
Pagans,
Man Parrish,
Ten City,
Swell Maps,
the Human League,
China Crisis,
Crash Course in Science,
Hot Snakes,
Henry Cow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Bourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barrington Levy,
Oblivians,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Starr,
the Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Halsall,
Sällskapet,
The Gun Club,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.