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 Peru and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
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 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 Cal Tjader to the electroclash 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Hasil Adkins,
Steve Hackett,
Stereo Dub,
Freddie Wadling,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Vainqueur,
Mantronix,
Black Sheep,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantytec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
PIL,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
F. McDonald,
Oblivians,
Jacob Miller,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yellowson,
Brand Nubian,
Nik Kershaw,
Index,
Black Flag,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brick,
Clear Light,
LL Cool J,
Bill Wells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Enemy,
The Move,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Althea and Donna,
Sam Rivers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blossom Toes,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Youth Brigade,
Tres Demented,
Wasted Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Toasters,
Skaos,
X-Ray Spex,
The Red Krayola,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masters at Work,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.