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 Lebanon and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Eddi Front,
Gerry Rafferty,
UT,
Blancmange,
The Music Machine,
Icehouse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skriet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Rundgren,
The Raincoats,
Oblivians,
Scrapy,
The Slackers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Glenn Branca,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radio Birdman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Al Stewart,
Erasure,
Moss Icon,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed,
Davy DMX,
The Leaves,
Yazoo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magma,
Judy Mowatt,
The Skatalites,
Blossom Toes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Wolf Eyes,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crooked Eye,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neu!,
Hasil Adkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Second Layer,
The Blackbyrds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.