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 Moldova and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Matthew Halsall to the punk 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Ultra Naté,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Sneak,
Hasil Adkins,
Camouflage,
Arcadia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gichy Dan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ohio Players,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Max Romeo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxette,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Pus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Normal,
the Association,
Ultravox,
E-Dancer,
Can,
Lalann,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Beau Brummels,
Gerry Rafferty,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nils Olav,
FM Einheit,
the Slits,
Swell Maps,
Lucky Dragons,
Fugazi,
Roger Hodgson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed,
Liliput,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Sherman,
Cecil Taylor,
Parry Music,
Joe Finger,
Siglo XX,
The Index,
Archie Shepp,
Albert Ayler,
the Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Al Stewart,
Howard Jones,
The Pop Group,
Icehouse,
Mr. Review,
Visage,
K-Klass,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.