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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
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 Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Bob Dylan to the grime 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Pulsallama,
The Grass Roots,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Simply Red,
Lou Christie,
The Slackers,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Soulsonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Skaos,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Mills,
The Selecter,
The Cure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
the Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Sällskapet,
Monolake,
Model 500,
Nick Fraelich,
Organ,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
Das Ding,
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sugar Minott,
Qualms,
Joyce Sims,
Suburban Knight,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
AZ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dave Clark Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Names,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aural Exciters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slits,
Siglo XX,
The Fortunes,
The Moleskins,
The Associates,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
Darondo,
Gang of Four,
Warsaw,
Dawn Penn,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.