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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kerri Chandler to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pagans,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gun Club,
Graham Central Station,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maleditus Sound,
Pole,
Neil Young,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nirvana,
Lindisfarne,
Swell Maps,
The American Breed,
The New Christs,
Aswad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monks,
Make Up,
Harmonia,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tres Demented,
Sly & The Family Stone,
LL Cool J,
The Litter,
Alison Limerick,
Ralphi Rosario,
This Heat,
Bobby Sherman,
Traffic Nightmare,
T.S.O.L.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantytec,
The Fugs,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moody Blues,
Deepchord,
Average White Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Tim Buckley,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Inner City,
Can,
David McCallum,
June Days,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Procol Harum,
Visage,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Görl,
Zapp,
Spandau Ballet,
Dark Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.