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 Yemen and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 The Mojo Men to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Donald Byrd,
Unwound,
Liliput,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
Hoover,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fall,
Tres Demented,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronnie Foster,
Guru Guru,
Davy DMX,
Delta 5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David McCallum,
Tom Boy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Goldenarms,
Sparks,
Nils Olav,
Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pulsallama,
Saccharine Trust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dawn Penn,
David Axelrod,
Wings,
Mo-Dettes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kayak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agent Orange,
Nico,
Suburban Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
Ronan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Pagans,
ABC,
Darondo,
Gichy Dan,
Barbara Tucker,
Los Fastidios,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Near,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.