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 Spain and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Mary Jane Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest 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 Fortunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Order,
The Searchers,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fear,
New York Dolls,
Tubeway Army,
MC5,
Blossom Toes,
Whodini,
The Mummies,
Sound Behaviour,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dead C,
Amazonics,
Swans,
Lyres,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roger Hodgson,
Scan 7,
Guru Guru,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kayak,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
Soft Machine,
New Age Steppers,
T. Rex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
PIL,
10cc,
The Star Department,
Cameo,
Nirvana,
Mission of Burma,
Erykah Badu,
Sam Rivers,
Brand Nubian,
The Music Machine,
Monks,
The Zeros,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cowsills,
Au Pairs,
Lindisfarne,
The Neon Judgement,
Hardrive,
Steve Hackett,
Ten City,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mojo Men,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.