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 Singapore and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Spandau Ballet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Aswad,
Brick,
Barry Ungar,
Faraquet,
Wire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang of Four,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Residents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mantronix,
Skarface,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Ohio Players,
Popol Vuh,
Technova,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Infiniti,
Danielle Patucci,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Bourne,
The Standells,
Wasted Youth,
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Trojans,
Rapeman,
Terrestrial Tones,
La Düsseldorf,
Livin' Joy,
Camberwell Now,
Cal Tjader,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smiths,
Depeche Mode,
James White and The Blacks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quantec,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
Youth Brigade,
Animal Collective,
Carl Craig,
John Coltrane,
Lyres,
The Red Krayola,
Clear Light,
Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
E-Dancer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.