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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Excepter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Television Personalities,
Surgeon,
Kayak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flipper,
A Certain Ratio,
The Birthday Party,
Vainqueur,
Charles Mingus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Robert Görl,
Popol Vuh,
Liliput,
Wolf Eyes,
Subhumans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Bowie,
Ornette Coleman,
Oblivians,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Alison Limerick,
T.S.O.L.,
The Durutti Column,
Youth Brigade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scientists,
Brick,
Patti Smith,
Qualms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Colin Newman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eurythmics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oneida,
Sexual Harrassment,
This Heat,
E-Dancer,
Boz Scaggs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Almond,
Roger Hodgson,
Ossler,
the Swans,
Essential Logic,
CMW,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalann,
Joyce Sims,
Suicide,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.