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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Roger Hodgson to the disco 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Pole,
Maurizio,
Bobby Womack,
June of 44,
Blancmange,
Television,
Alison Limerick,
Kas Product,
The Star Department,
Minnie Riperton,
Leonard Cohen,
Scratch Acid,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker,
Bill Near,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gabor Szabo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
Duran Duran,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Evens,
World's Most,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Order,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed,
The Offenders,
Magma,
Bobby Sherman,
Gong,
Jandek,
The Buckinghams,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
Country Teasers,
Gichy Dan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
Graham Central Station,
Massinfluence,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Associates,
Ken Boothe,
Basic Channel,
Delta 5,
Monolake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Make Up,
Procol Harum,
These Immortal Souls,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.