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 Angola and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Wyatt to the jazz 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alison Limerick,
The Misunderstood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cal Tjader,
Arcadia,
Banda Bassotti,
Infiniti,
CMW,
Qualms,
Subhumans,
Tim Buckley,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James White and The Blacks,
Fear,
Section 25,
Pylon,
The Last Poets,
Half Japanese,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sugar Minott,
Niagra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Knickerbockers,
Hashim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slave,
Animal Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
Ossler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Bananas,
Alphaville,
Accadde A,
Thompson Twins,
The Smiths,
The Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Chrome,
Surgeon,
Gerry Rafferty,
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eurythmics,
Tubeway Army,
E-Dancer,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
The Zeros,
The Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Foxx,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
Sandy B,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.