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 Spain and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nation of Ulysses to the dance 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
LL Cool J,
Erasure,
The Young Rascals,
Reuben Wilson,
Pere Ubu,
The Fuzztones,
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Ossler,
T.S.O.L.,
Brick,
Inner City,
Freddie Wadling,
Brass Construction,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cluster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dawn Penn,
Basic Channel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brand Nubian,
Crime,
Warren Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Arcadia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Banda Bassotti,
Camberwell Now,
Gabor Szabo,
the Human League,
Black Sheep,
Anakelly,
Aswad,
Godley & Creme,
Idris Muhammad,
Erykah Badu,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultravox,
Colin Newman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
L. Decosne,
Surgeon,
Hashim,
Khruangbin,
The Standells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Wells,
Scientists,
Agent Orange,
The Litter,
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Silicon Teens,
Oneida,
Wally Richardson,
H. Thieme,
Patti Smith,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.