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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moebius to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
DNA,
Thee Headcoats,
Slick Rick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One,
Althea and Donna,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Germs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vladislav Delay,
Slave,
Alton Ellis,
Royal Trux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Subhumans,
Adolescents,
Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Morten Harket,
Tim Buckley,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Bourne,
Pylon,
Camberwell Now,
Nils Olav,
Chris Corsano,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Womack,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terry Callier,
Visage,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
Metal Thangz,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
Ralphi Rosario,
One Last Wish,
Hasil Adkins,
Dead Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Misunderstood,
The Offenders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Green,
the Soft Cell,
ABC,
L. Decosne,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.