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 Egypt and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 a-ha to the funk 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Los Fastidios,
Nik Kershaw,
Crooked Eye,
Jawbox,
Boredoms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantaleimon,
Arthur Verocai,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Don Cherry,
Excepter,
Marvin Gaye,
Mo-Dettes,
K-Klass,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Sex Pistols,
Blancmange,
The Doors,
T. Rex,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
Tears for Fears,
The Count Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter & Gordon,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Kinks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Clarke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soulsonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Iggy Pop,
Tom Boy,
Dennis Brown,
Yaz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Al Stewart,
Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Moby Grape,
Simply Red,
The Motions,
Skaos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.