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 Korea South and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roger Hodgson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Bobby Sherman,
Fad Gadget,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joey Negro,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Subhumans,
K-Klass,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magma,
Cluster,
Goldenarms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Vainqueur,
Y Pants,
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Malaria!,
Shoche,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thompson Twins,
The Sonics,
Maurizio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
UT,
Chris & Cosey,
Pussy Galore,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Isaac Hayes,
Barry Ungar,
The Neon Judgement,
Make Up,
Trumans Water,
Lalo Schifrin,
Iggy Pop,
Al Stewart,
Stockholm Monsters,
This Heat,
Mo-Dettes,
Toni Rubio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cybotron,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gladiators,
Lou Christie,
Funky Four + One,
Sugar Minott,
The Busters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.