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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Supertramp to the dance 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Guru Guru,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dead Boys,
Radiohead,
Bang On A Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cecil Taylor,
John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Nirvana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Star Department,
Radiopuhelimet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dead C,
David Axelrod,
Public Enemy,
Soft Machine,
The Doors,
One Last Wish,
Dave Gahan,
Ultra Naté,
Anthony Braxton,
Harry Pussy,
Steve Hackett,
Supertramp,
Quantec,
Laurel Aitken,
Aswad,
Dennis Brown,
10cc,
Godley & Creme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Qualms,
Tommy Roe,
Y Pants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Leonard Cohen,
Rufus Thomas,
Al Stewart,
The Gap Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Pole,
Alton Ellis,
The Mummies,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Aaron Thompson,
Half Japanese,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erasure,
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.