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 Bologna.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 U.S. Maple to the funk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
kango's stein massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Niagra,
The Fall,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smiths,
Agitation Free,
The Black Dice,
Angry Samoans,
The Mummies,
The Martian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boz Scaggs,
Gichy Dan,
Accadde A,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Axelrod,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dennis Brown,
Quadrant,
the Sonics,
Radiohead,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
Masters at Work,
Warren Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marine Girls,
The J.B.'s,
KRS-One,
Bobby Womack,
Ken Boothe,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
Moby Grape,
Graham Central Station,
Tim Buckley,
Supertramp,
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dave Gahan,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
Eurythmics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deadbeat,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Association,
Scott Walker,
Liliput,
Second Layer,
The Skatalites,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.