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 Syria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Technova to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Yaz,
Roxy Music,
Warsaw,
Alphaville,
Robert Hood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brass Construction,
Nico,
Brick,
Maurizio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minutemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pere Ubu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Stooges,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Half Japanese,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kaleidoscope,
Tom Boy,
Peter & Gordon,
kango's stein massive,
Aural Exciters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
Scan 7,
Anthony Braxton,
Sixth Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Alison Limerick,
Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Delta 5,
David Axelrod,
Gong,
The Monks,
Sight & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Silicon Teens,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Saints,
Ohio Players,
Scion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monolake,
Amon Düül,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
10cc,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.