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 Niger and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Bang On A Can to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Bronski Beat,
Marvin Gaye,
ABBA,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy Collins,
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler,
Blossom Toes,
Dark Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Essential Logic,
Quantec,
Make Up,
Delta 5,
Thompson Twins,
New Age Steppers,
The Mojo Men,
Crispy Ambulance,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Searchers,
Harry Pussy,
The Motions,
a-ha,
D'Angelo,
Alison Limerick,
X-Ray Spex,
Al Stewart,
The Martian,
Lou Reed,
The Walker Brothers,
Bauhaus,
The Moleskins,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Almond,
Nico,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
Franke,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash,
Outsiders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Main Source,
The Human League,
The Wake,
kango's stein massive,
The Real Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Clarke,
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Hill,
Dawn Penn,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.