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 Libya and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Monks to the grunge 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Ossler,
Erasure,
Gang Starr,
Kaleidoscope,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Letta Mbulu,
Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
KRS-One,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
John Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy Collins,
This Heat,
Henry Cow,
Deadbeat,
Thee Headcoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Wyatt,
Khruangbin,
The Beau Brummels,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Trojans,
K-Klass,
Tropical Tobacco,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Searchers,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
Unwound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pierre Henry,
Sugar Minott,
Altered Images,
Kayak,
Kas Product,
David Axelrod,
James White and The Blacks,
Nirvana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Lydon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delta 5,
Niagra,
Quantec,
Shoche,
Skaos,
Cybotron,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Green,
Flash Fearless,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scion,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.