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 Montenegro and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sad Lovers and Giants 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kaleidoscope,
Nico,
Boredoms,
Second Layer,
Mark Hollis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heaven 17,
Jandek,
Howard Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
Donald Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flipper,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül II,
The Remains,
Make Up,
Cal Tjader,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Von Mondo,
Skriet,
Roxette,
The Dave Clark Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fortunes,
Hot Snakes,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
Michelle Simonal,
Magma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Misunderstood,
Cybotron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Colin Newman,
Au Pairs,
In Retrospect,
Morten Harket,
One Last Wish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Happenings,
Talk Talk,
U.S. Maple,
The Red Krayola,
Albert Ayler,
Young Marble Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Basic Channel,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.