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 Chad and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 the Crocodile.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Bronski Beat,
T.S.O.L.,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Near,
Talk Talk,
Simply Red,
June Days,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arcadia,
The Dead C,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Techniques,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grey Daturas,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Ten City,
LL Cool J,
Sandy B,
E-Dancer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Pus,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Lynne,
The Walker Brothers,
the Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Easy Going,
Man Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Infiniti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oblivians,
Drexciya,
The Birthday Party,
Kaleidoscope,
The United States of America,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed,
Whodini,
F. McDonald,
Judy Mowatt,
Lower 48,
Sight & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
James White and The Blacks,
H. Thieme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sister Nancy,
Wasted Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q and Not U,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terry Callier,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.