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 United States and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the funk 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Spandau Ballet,
Mandrill,
Black Pus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-101,
Mo-Dettes,
Vainqueur,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flash Fearless,
Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
Stereo Dub,
Nas,
Los Fastidios,
UT,
Pierre Henry,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The United States of America,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Aloha Tigers,
Archie Shepp,
L. Decosne,
Adolescents,
the Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Peter and Kerry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Colin Newman,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Easy Going,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joensuu 1685,
Duran Duran,
Yaz,
Smog,
Nico,
The Sound,
Sandy B,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.