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 Belarus and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camberwell Now to the rock 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABBA,
Wally Richardson,
Tres Demented,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marvin Gaye,
Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amazonics,
Heaven 17,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suburban Knight,
Morten Harket,
The Offenders,
Funkadelic,
Marmalade,
Von Mondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mark Hollis,
Sällskapet,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Techniques,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pagans,
The Real Kids,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Eating Sloth,
Cluster,
H. Thieme,
Warsaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sugar Minott,
The Pop Group,
Cecil Taylor,
the Normal,
The Grass Roots,
Crime,
Essential Logic,
The Doors,
Peter & Gordon,
Donny Hathaway,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pylon,
Lightning Bolt,
Joensuu 1685,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
Technova,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Connie Case,
The Music Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Howard Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.