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 Sweden and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Drexciya to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget,
Sun City Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scratch Acid,
The New Christs,
Youth Brigade,
Dual Sessions,
The Mummies,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia,
Los Fastidios,
B.T. Express,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sam Rivers,
These Immortal Souls,
the Normal,
Nas,
Rapeman,
Au Pairs,
The Busters,
Lou Reed,
Pussy Galore,
Hashim,
The Pretty Things,
Lightning Bolt,
Moby Grape,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick May,
This Heat,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mo-Dettes,
Technova,
the Association,
Japan,
Gang Green,
Pole,
Wally Richardson,
John Lydon,
Maurizio,
Mantronix,
The Evens,
The Barracudas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Al Stewart,
Brick,
The Last Poets,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Deakin,
Eve St. Jones,
Schoolly D,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Offenders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.