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 Belgium and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Sound Behaviour to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deepchord,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hoover,
Dave Gahan,
Stiv Bators,
Grauzone,
Television,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vladislav Delay,
Ludus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Urselle,
X-102,
a-ha,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
The New Christs,
Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiohead,
Gang Starr,
Lucky Dragons,
The Buckinghams,
The Associates,
Althea and Donna,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Black Bananas,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agitation Free,
Can,
Animal Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Theoretical Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Deadbeat,
Sex Pistols,
The Victims,
Infiniti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Procol Harum,
The Mojo Men,
Ohio Players,
Henry Cow,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
H. Thieme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.