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 Japan and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Erasure to the funk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sound,
The Zeros,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Görl,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
B.T. Express,
the Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare,
Unrelated Segments,
Bizarre Inc.,
Easy Going,
PIL,
The Pretty Things,
Byron Stingily,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Starr,
Warren Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Anakelly,
Sister Nancy,
Delta 5,
Adolescents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Drexciya,
Fluxion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flash Fearless,
The Mummies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
The Standells,
Todd Rundgren,
John Holt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television,
Bang On A Can,
Ponytail,
Ultra Naté,
Surgeon,
John Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
The Fall,
Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
The American Breed,
Erykah Badu,
Wolf Eyes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.