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 Papua New Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Morten Harket to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Stiv Bators,
Sarah Menescal,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gong,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Remains,
Rites of Spring,
Magma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Buzzcocks,
The Mojo Men,
Little Man,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bluetip,
Blancmange,
Stereo Dub,
X-101,
Qualms,
Lalann,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Womack,
The Moody Blues,
Anthony Braxton,
E-Dancer,
Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Real Kids,
Roxy Music,
Excepter,
In Retrospect,
Ultravox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wally Richardson,
Susan Cadogan,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Görl,
Unwound,
Rotary Connection,
The Pop Group,
Agitation Free,
The Moleskins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hasil Adkins,
Sparks,
Von Mondo,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.