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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Lille and Accra.
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 organ 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 Youth Brigade to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shoche,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül II,
Chris & Cosey,
The Durutti Column,
Quadrant,
Marine Girls,
D'Angelo,
Television Personalities,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Hood,
U.S. Maple,
Darondo,
Sugar Minott,
Bob Dylan,
The Velvet Underground,
Fatback Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Flipper,
Ludus,
Brick,
Adolescents,
Zero Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter and Kerry,
Bauhaus,
Isaac Hayes,
Masters at Work,
The Searchers,
Morten Harket,
Basic Channel,
Marvin Gaye,
Scrapy,
Arab on Radar,
The Barracudas,
Rekid,
Lyres,
MC5,
The Fall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skriet,
Black Bananas,
Khruangbin,
Fluxion,
Brass Construction,
EPMD,
Liliput,
Black Sheep,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.