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 Philippines and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spoonie Gee to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Görl,
Cymande,
Lower 48,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
Bang On A Can,
David McCallum,
Charles Mingus,
The Velvet Underground,
Masters at Work,
John Foxx,
New Order,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Lindisfarne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bluetip,
Wolf Eyes,
Schoolly D,
The Angels of Light,
the Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Cecil Taylor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
Zapp,
Soulsonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kayak,
Surgeon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Association,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Michelle Simonal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Beau Brummels,
Index,
Nils Olav,
Rod Modell,
Barbara Tucker,
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Audionom,
Stockholm Monsters,
Outsiders,
Chris Corsano,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.