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 San Marino and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lee Hazlewood,
The Golliwogs,
Roxy Music,
Sällskapet,
Boredoms,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
The Stooges,
Black Pus,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bronski Beat,
Danielle Patucci,
OOIOO,
Graham Central Station,
Warsaw,
Slick Rick,
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J,
Mandrill,
Bobby Sherman,
Los Fastidios,
Parry Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warren Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pole,
Deadbeat,
In Retrospect,
Circle Jerks,
David Bowie,
Dead Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dirtbombs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Dawn Penn,
Terry Callier,
Chris Corsano,
Royal Trux,
Cameo,
The Gladiators,
Flipper,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Halsall,
Oblivians,
ABBA,
Khruangbin,
The Pop Group,
Audionom,
Agitation Free,
Harry Pussy,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.