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 Korea South and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roxette to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Parry Music,
Grauzone,
The Beau Brummels,
Archie Shepp,
Minny Pops,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythm & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Radiohead,
JFA,
Derrick Morgan,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Sherman,
The Trojans,
Ronnie Foster,
Blake Baxter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monochrome Set,
Icehouse,
Minutemen,
Chris Corsano,
The Dead C,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suburban Knight,
The Leaves,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yaz,
Barbara Tucker,
Oblivians,
Gong,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Black Dice,
Stetsasonic,
Quadrant,
Babytalk,
Joyce Sims,
B.T. Express,
The Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Monolake,
the Germs,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Hood,
the Association,
Harmonia,
Roxette,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
Soft Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Neu!,
Nils Olav,
Ralphi Rosario,
Franke,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.