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 Poland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Moby Grape to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
The Searchers,
The Leaves,
Cheater Slicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dorothy Ashby,
One Last Wish,
Ultravox,
Reagan Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Young Rascals,
Radiohead,
Heaven 17,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fad Gadget,
Hoover,
The Kinks,
Young Marble Giants,
Babytalk,
Lucky Dragons,
Bush Tetras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Section 25,
The Motions,
Minor Threat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Janne Schatter,
Nas,
Quadrant,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minnie Riperton,
R.M.O.,
Maurizio,
Loose Ends,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tears for Fears,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Supertramp,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispian St. Peters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Animal Collective,
Skaos,
Nik Kershaw,
The Busters,
AZ,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Womack,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.