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 Tajikistan and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Steve Hackett to the grunge 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Neu!,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pulsallama,
Fatback Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mandrill,
Camouflage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Al Stewart,
Subhumans,
Bluetip,
Harry Pussy,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
Public Enemy,
Cecil Taylor,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Axelrod,
Erasure,
The Angels of Light,
Joey Negro,
Motorama,
Monks,
Marmalade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec,
Thee Headcoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalann,
Blancmange,
Hoover,
Laurel Aitken,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minutemen,
Section 25,
Gong,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spandau Ballet,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cluster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Saccharine Trust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.