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 Malawi 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 Make Up to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
John Lydon,
The Velvet Underground,
Moby Grape,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Technova,
OOIOO,
Inner City,
H. Thieme,
Oblivians,
Joyce Sims,
Nirvana,
Sister Nancy,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Gang Dance,
Colin Newman,
The Fortunes,
Sixth Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Iggy Pop,
The Offenders,
Rod Modell,
Rekid,
Khruangbin,
Hardrive,
The Toasters,
Nils Olav,
Henry Cow,
The Gap Band,
Tom Boy,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scrapy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David McCallum,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Section 25,
Skaos,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dirtbombs,
Donny Hathaway,
Brass Construction,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Knickerbockers,
Newcleus,
Grey Daturas,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.