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 Guinea 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 David Bowie to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Unwound,
Jeff Lynne,
Isaac Hayes,
Camberwell Now,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pierre Henry,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Laurel Aitken,
Letta Mbulu,
Steve Hackett,
the Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Starr,
Reagan Youth,
Pulsallama,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Easy Going,
the Swans,
Flipper,
Girls At Our Best!,
The United States of America,
Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Joe Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Techniques,
Ponytail,
Erasure,
Whodini,
Index,
Glenn Branca,
The Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division,
The Pop Group,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
The Pretty Things,
Charles Mingus,
The Fortunes,
Nico,
David McCallum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Buzzcocks,
Quando Quango,
Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Average White Band,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.