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 Taiwan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Robert Wyatt to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Second Layer,
Black Sheep,
Babytalk,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Bananas,
Ten City,
Ossler,
Danielle Patucci,
Mission of Burma,
Iggy Pop,
T. Rex,
Reagan Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
Organ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deakin,
Davy DMX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erasure,
Gong,
Mark Hollis,
Can,
Vainqueur,
Warren Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Pharoah Sanders,
Steve Hackett,
Supertramp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Khruangbin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monks,
The Gladiators,
The J.B.'s,
The Misunderstood,
Popol Vuh,
The Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Howard Jones,
Marine Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agitation Free,
Don Cherry,
Roger Hodgson,
Kas Product,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül II,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
Grey Daturas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
La Düsseldorf,
The Kinks,
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B,
The Evens,
Man Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.