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 Paris.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 10cc to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Modern Lovers,
Radio Birdman,
Tubeway Army,
Altered Images,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Q and Not U,
Motorama,
Royal Trux,
Massinfluence,
Jacques Brel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erasure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
Eli Mardock,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Bourne,
The Associates,
Eurythmics,
Procol Harum,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Hill,
Maurizio,
Tim Buckley,
John Cale,
Neu!,
Angry Samoans,
Hot Snakes,
The Wake,
Robert Wyatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-102,
Ronan,
Magma,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Livin' Joy,
Popol Vuh,
Negative Approach,
Minutemen,
Metal Thangz,
Ice-T,
The Neon Judgement,
Scrapy,
The Mummies,
Eric Copeland,
Deepchord,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
Franke,
Mark Hollis,
The Techniques,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cluster,
Carl Craig,
Pierre Henry,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.