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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Royal Family And The Poor 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Basic Channel,
Agitation Free,
Interpol,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Camberwell Now,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
Mandrill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tim Buckley,
The Invisible,
Moby Grape,
Section 25,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deakin,
Niagra,
Sugar Minott,
The Residents,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Near,
Suicide,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moebius,
Cal Tjader,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Almond,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Marmalade,
Kevin Saunderson,
MDC,
The Victims,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mummies,
Crash Course in Science,
Infiniti,
Supertramp,
The Pop Group,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Accadde A,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rotary Connection,
Colin Newman,
Cheater Slicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Christie,
Index,
Fear,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.