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 Mauritius and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Roxy.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Jacob Miller,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul Sonic Force,
K-Klass,
Black Moon,
The Trojans,
ABBA,
Derrick Morgan,
The Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
The Raincoats,
Ituana,
Shoche,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skriet,
Avey Tare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dennis Brown,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Copeland,
Graham Central Station,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Shuggie Otis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Halsall,
the Association,
New Age Steppers,
The Leaves,
The Gories,
Roxette,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville,
The Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
June Days,
David McCallum,
Donald Byrd,
Lungfish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vladislav Delay,
Hardrive,
Flipper,
Can,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.