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 Gambia and from Toronto.
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 Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Heaven 17 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cybotron,
David Axelrod,
Guru Guru,
Glenn Branca,
Grey Daturas,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yazoo,
Sparks,
Wings,
The Dirtbombs,
ABBA,
Black Flag,
Graham Central Station,
Roxette,
T.S.O.L.,
Arcadia,
Al Stewart,
Half Japanese,
Scratch Acid,
Cameo,
Audionom,
Icehouse,
The Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Bowie,
Franke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
The Vogues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magazine,
Marine Girls,
Swell Maps,
Public Enemy,
Boz Scaggs,
Stetsasonic,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül II,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
Circle Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moody Blues,
PIL,
Technova,
Quando Quango,
Siglo XX,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.