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 Afghanistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Quantec to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Funkadelic,
Index,
Bob Dylan,
Fugazi,
X-102,
OOIOO,
Black Bananas,
Sun City Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Judy Mowatt,
The Trojans,
The Leaves,
KRS-One,
Minutemen,
Pantytec,
Bush Tetras,
Skriet,
Black Flag,
Glenn Branca,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
Accadde A,
The Gun Club,
Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Gang Gang Dance,
AZ,
Nik Kershaw,
Ponytail,
X-Ray Spex,
Ossler,
Alphaville,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction,
Althea and Donna,
Technova,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Teasers,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Juan Atkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Normal,
Eric Copeland,
The Wake,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pole,
Bobby Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Joyce Sims,
Faust,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Bourne,
Smog,
Lou Reed,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.