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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 Icehouse to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
Basic Channel,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Görl,
Jawbox,
John Foxx,
Magma,
Scan 7,
Susan Cadogan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moby Grape,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Selecter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Godley & Creme,
Black Sheep,
Jacob Miller,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd,
The Black Dice,
The Real Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Clear Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Babytalk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Brick,
Camberwell Now,
Bronski Beat,
Sällskapet,
Kaleidoscope,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
Chrome,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick May,
Fad Gadget,
ABC,
MC5,
Quadrant,
Johnny Clarke,
Easy Going,
This Heat,
The Busters,
Minutemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
Judy Mowatt,
Rapeman,
Ludus,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.