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 Samoa and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 The Cure to the jazz 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Royal Trux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young,
Excepter,
Youth Brigade,
the Bar-Kays,
Ludus,
Marc Almond,
The Smoke,
Jacob Miller,
Crime,
Peter & Gordon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Franke,
Visage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack,
Crash Course in Science,
Alphaville,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Copeland,
Ronan,
the Association,
MDC,
The Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doors,
Robert Görl,
Ornette Coleman,
Mantronix,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Freddie Wadling,
Yellowson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxette,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Starr,
X-101,
Agitation Free,
The American Breed,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Idris Muhammad,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cure,
Kurtis Blow,
U.S. Maple,
La Düsseldorf,
Pulsallama,
The Zeros,
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.