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 Laos and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
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 linndrum 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 John Foxx to the crunk 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Fat Boys,
ABC,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Fatback Band,
The J.B.'s,
Bronski Beat,
FM Einheit,
Scratch Acid,
Byron Stingily,
Supertramp,
The Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
Grey Daturas,
Al Stewart,
Dark Day,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Prince Buster,
Half Japanese,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Golliwogs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rotary Connection,
Sparks,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Grass Roots,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deadbeat,
Sister Nancy,
OOIOO,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vladislav Delay,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare,
Scion,
The Slits,
Amazonics,
June Days,
The Associates,
The Dirtbombs,
Brick,
The Doors,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.