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 Liechtenstein and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 American Breed to the jazz 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Eurythmics,
Eric Dolphy,
Hoover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mr. Review,
June of 44,
Scrapy,
Angry Samoans,
Cameo,
New Order,
Alphaville,
the Germs,
Bootsy Collins,
Morten Harket,
Robert Hood,
David Bowie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Basic Channel,
Gang Green,
Connie Case,
The Index,
The Skatalites,
Ultravox,
Moebius,
Erykah Badu,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Accadde A,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wasted Youth,
Brick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boz Scaggs,
Godley & Creme,
Theoretical Girls,
Slave,
Main Source,
Model 500,
The Sonics,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül,
Gang Gang Dance,
Steve Hackett,
Yazoo,
The Remains,
The Count Five,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Eddi Front,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Kinks,
The American Breed,
Skarface,
Dark Day,
Glenn Branca,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.