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 Lesotho and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 Yazoo to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Deepchord,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ituana,
Buzzcocks,
KRS-One,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
Bluetip,
Yazoo,
the Association,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The American Breed,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
Letta Mbulu,
Pere Ubu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Birthday Party,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New York Dolls,
T. Rex,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Spandau Ballet,
Kevin Saunderson,
CMW,
Aaron Thompson,
Blancmange,
Depeche Mode,
Danielle Patucci,
This Heat,
Archie Shepp,
Hardrive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television,
Procol Harum,
Stiv Bators,
Q65,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
H. Thieme,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker,
Newcleus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Max Romeo,
Jawbox,
The Doors,
Pylon,
The Skatalites,
Scrapy,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.