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 Malaysia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Ronan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chrome,
the Sonics,
Pagans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
Albert Ayler,
Can,
Derrick May,
World's Most,
Country Teasers,
Todd Rundgren,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
Boredoms,
Pussy Galore,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
June of 44,
Section 25,
LL Cool J,
Ituana,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Christie,
The Slackers,
E-Dancer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Grass Roots,
T. Rex,
Godley & Creme,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronnie Foster,
The Selecter,
Jimmy McGriff,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Connie Case,
Trumans Water,
the Swans,
Das Ding,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nico,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Sister Nancy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sound Behaviour,
Heaven 17,
Symarip,
Stetsasonic,
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.