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 Chile and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Supertramp to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Brand Nubian,
The Kinks,
Smog,
Max Romeo,
the Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Neu!,
Visage,
Hoover,
Thompson Twins,
The Fugs,
Erasure,
Ten City,
Roxy Music,
The Vogues,
John Foxx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Modern Lovers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Wyatt,
Eli Mardock,
the Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Cybotron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Standells,
Clear Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ludus,
Archie Shepp,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Machine,
New York Dolls,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Clarke,
Silicon Teens,
Second Layer,
Slick Rick,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
The Flesh Eaters,
Make Up,
Quando Quango,
Moby Grape,
Essential Logic,
Albert Ayler,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.