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 Antigua and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blossom Toes to the disco 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 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?
Infiniti,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Womack,
the Bar-Kays,
Q and Not U,
Crash Course in Science,
Procol Harum,
John Foxx,
Lalann,
Tres Demented,
Man Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Das Ding,
Essential Logic,
Swans,
Prince Buster,
Guru Guru,
Second Layer,
Monks,
Massinfluence,
The Selecter,
The Black Dice,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Cell,
JFA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hoover,
Cluster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
U.S. Maple,
Masters at Work,
Sparks,
Moebius,
Ten City,
Avey Tare,
Soft Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David McCallum,
Fluxion,
Eli Mardock,
Nik Kershaw,
One Last Wish,
Silicon Teens,
Tim Buckley,
L. Decosne,
Agitation Free,
Joensuu 1685,
The Divine Comedy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Birthday Party,
Loose Ends,
Derrick May,
kango's stein massive,
Agent Orange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sandy B,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.