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 Indonesia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Steve Hackett to the grunge 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lakeside,
Babytalk,
The Neon Judgement,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul Sonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joy Division,
Warsaw,
Donny Hathaway,
AZ,
Wasted Youth,
Franke,
Colin Newman,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
Sex Pistols,
Kaleidoscope,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ice-T,
Yaz,
Sparks,
Masters at Work,
Lyres,
Eric Copeland,
Radio Birdman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The United States of America,
Zero Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Stockholm Monsters,
LL Cool J,
Flipper,
Saccharine Trust,
DNA,
Iggy Pop,
Adolescents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter and Kerry,
Magma,
Bobby Womack,
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Birthday Party,
Stereo Dub,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.