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 Portugal and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 10cc to the rock 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Offenders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Wells,
Alison Limerick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erykah Badu,
Surgeon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aural Exciters,
Max Romeo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul II Soul,
Symarip,
Icehouse,
Monks,
Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Zeros,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DNA,
Fugazi,
New Age Steppers,
Mandrill,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Sherman,
Underground Resistance,
Kaleidoscope,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
Accadde A,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young,
Cluster,
Prince Buster,
kango's stein massive,
Pere Ubu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Niagra,
ABC,
KRS-One,
Japan,
The Sound,
Jawbox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smiths,
The Fugs,
Nas,
Glenn Branca,
Fear,
Q65,
Technova,
Quadrant,
Ludus,
The Move,
Excepter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.