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 Malawi and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeru the Damaja to the dance 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Quando Quango,
Lakeside,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deepchord,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joensuu 1685,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Symarip,
Duran Duran,
Jacques Brel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Newcleus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
World's Most,
Swell Maps,
Cymande,
Radiohead,
Bronski Beat,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Wells,
Metal Thangz,
Alison Limerick,
The Slits,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Trojans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free,
The Associates,
The Index,
Robert Hood,
Procol Harum,
Steve Hackett,
Juan Atkins,
Section 25,
Sparks,
Kerri Chandler,
EPMD,
Quadrant,
The Last Poets,
The Busters,
Arthur Verocai,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bob Dylan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Walker Brothers,
Pole,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Human League,
Lou Reed,
Pet Shop Boys,
China Crisis,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.