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 South Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultimate Spinach to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
48th St. Collective,
Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Tim Buckley,
Crime,
Todd Rundgren,
Althea and Donna,
D'Angelo,
Archie Shepp,
Dual Sessions,
Yusef Lateef,
The Trojans,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
B.T. Express,
Boredoms,
Whodini,
The Kinks,
Connie Case,
Altered Images,
Faust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
E-Dancer,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Coltrane,
The Saints,
Amon Düül,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fugs,
Soft Cell,
This Heat,
World's Most,
Funky Four + One,
Vladislav Delay,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brand Nubian,
Roxy Music,
Adolescents,
Harry Pussy,
Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pop Group,
Ituana,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
The Gun Club,
Mo-Dettes,
Motorama,
Sex Pistols,
Joyce Sims,
Pere Ubu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blancmange,
Eden Ahbez,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.