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 Panama and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grime 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Japan,
The Moody Blues,
Blancmange,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Searchers,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
Todd Terry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Procol Harum,
Fat Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Y Pants,
Zero Boys,
Ultravox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anakelly,
Bobby Womack,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siglo XX,
Royal Trux,
Infiniti,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalann,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gories,
Delta 5,
Nas,
Pylon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Susan Cadogan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tim Buckley,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
June of 44,
cv313,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cymande,
Avey Tare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hot Snakes,
Joey Negro,
Interpol,
Joyce Sims,
The Trojans,
Basic Channel,
Fear,
Metal Thangz,
The Victims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.