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 Liechtenstein and from London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 New Order to the punk 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spandau Ballet,
Babytalk,
Siglo XX,
Sandy B,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
PIL,
Organ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
The Mummies,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed,
This Heat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
10cc,
Adolescents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Icehouse,
Mark Hollis,
June of 44,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
Ohio Players,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gladiators,
F. McDonald,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
Swell Maps,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Y Pants,
The Fortunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ice-T,
Funky Four + One,
Slave,
Section 25,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Goldenarms,
The Doors,
Brass Construction,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quadrant,
The Motions,
Talk Talk,
AZ,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.