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 Argentina and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Magazine to the punk 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mad Mike,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Talk Talk,
Boz Scaggs,
Mark Hollis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dawn Penn,
Echospace,
the Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rod Modell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Kinks,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Accadde A,
Von Mondo,
Intrusion,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Index,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slackers,
Yazoo,
Minnie Riperton,
Unwound,
The New Christs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The American Breed,
June Days,
The Techniques,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Beau Brummels,
In Retrospect,
The Associates,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blues Magoos,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
Skarface,
Oblivians,
Tim Buckley,
Groovy Waters,
Cluster,
Underground Resistance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Bob Dylan,
Aaron Thompson,
David McCallum,
PIL,
Con Funk Shun,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
Simply Red,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.