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 Italy and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lakeside to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Darondo,
U.S. Maple,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
Neu!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Motions,
The New Christs,
Tommy Roe,
Marvin Gaye,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ken Boothe,
Japan,
Barrington Levy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nik Kershaw,
The Kinks,
Brothers Johnson,
Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Rosa Yemen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eli Mardock,
the Bar-Kays,
John Holt,
Bluetip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Henry Cow,
The Skatalites,
The Divine Comedy,
Boredoms,
The Raincoats,
Nils Olav,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultra Naté,
Crooked Eye,
Ice-T,
Howard Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dennis Brown,
Stereo Dub,
Max Romeo,
MDC,
Gang of Four,
Von Mondo,
Make Up,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.