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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Robert Wyatt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
X-101,
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
The Star Department,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Easy Going,
Von Mondo,
The Mummies,
The Divine Comedy,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
La Düsseldorf,
One Last Wish,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pole,
Groovy Waters,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
Drexciya,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zapp,
Colin Newman,
AZ,
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin,
Can,
The Busters,
Organ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
K-Klass,
The Zeros,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deakin,
Fela Kuti,
Ponytail,
Suicide,
Franke,
Wings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sonics,
Rapeman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warren Ellis,
Scion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.