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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Tim Buckley to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a rhodes 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Ronan,
Tears for Fears,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiohead,
Jacques Brel,
Interpol,
The Litter,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siglo XX,
Severed Heads,
Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerri Chandler,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Swans,
Negative Approach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars,
Popol Vuh,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
Sandy B,
Black Pus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Index,
Barrington Levy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boredoms,
La Düsseldorf,
Skaos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Von Mondo,
Visage,
B.T. Express,
Alphaville,
Stetsasonic,
One Last Wish,
Fear,
Pagans,
Marmalade,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
The Names,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.