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 Qatar and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 New Order to the rock 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
the Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Parry Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crooked Eye,
Laurel Aitken,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Underground Resistance,
Harmonia,
Unwound,
Simply Red,
Chris & Cosey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Graham Central Station,
Scan 7,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Wyatt,
Deepchord,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Sneak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
Fatback Band,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cure,
Erykah Badu,
Metal Thangz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eli Mardock,
OOIOO,
Glenn Branca,
Flash Fearless,
Television Personalities,
T. Rex,
John Foxx,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxette,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yellowson,
Hashim,
Brothers Johnson,
Wire,
Mo-Dettes,
The Skatalites,
The Real Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Quantec,
Ronan,
The Cramps,
Bobby Womack,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.