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 Venezuela and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swans to the crunk 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Fear,
Rakim,
Henry Cow,
The Last Poets,
Black Moon,
Lower 48,
Television Personalities,
Aloha Tigers,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
Jeff Lynne,
Dual Sessions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
The Pop Group,
X-101,
Hardrive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sixth Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Grey Daturas,
Supertramp,
Deakin,
Bluetip,
Porter Ricks,
Ituana,
Arab on Radar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Delta 5,
The Angels of Light,
Faust,
Bang On A Can,
Mark Hollis,
Sam Rivers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skarface,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stiv Bators,
The Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Wings,
Fela Kuti,
Babytalk,
Jandek,
The Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grauzone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
Lyres,
Reuben Wilson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang of Four,
The Sound,
Simply Red,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.