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 Venezuela and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
the Germs,
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Terry,
the Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
Graham Central Station,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fluxion,
Warren Ellis,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
Duran Duran,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monks,
The New Christs,
Ponytail,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Saints,
Ultra Naté,
Lee Hazlewood,
Smog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Altered Images,
Pierre Henry,
PIL,
Rufus Thomas,
Supertramp,
Soul Sonic Force,
MC5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Main Source,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Unrelated Segments,
Janne Schatter,
Ten City,
The Smiths,
The Martian,
Cybotron,
Hashim,
E-Dancer,
the Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Chrome,
Al Stewart,
EPMD,
Average White Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eve St. Jones,
Skriet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.