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 Bahamas and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Mark Hollis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
Trumans Water,
Malaria!,
Marmalade,
Q65,
Organ,
Faust,
Suicide,
E-Dancer,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
48th St. Collective,
Basic Channel,
OOIOO,
Surgeon,
Delta 5,
Magazine,
Quando Quango,
Cluster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skaos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slick Rick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maurizio,
JFA,
Half Japanese,
Average White Band,
John Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
James White and The Blacks,
David Axelrod,
Gabor Szabo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Piero Umiliani,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
A Certain Ratio,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Saints,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bush Tetras,
Donald Byrd,
Mantronix,
Terry Callier,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.