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 Honduras and from Houston.
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 Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Liliput to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liliput,
8 Eyed Spy,
T. Rex,
Kayak,
Charles Mingus,
Desert Stars,
Parry Music,
The Misunderstood,
Ten City,
The Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
Mantronix,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Axelrod,
Robert Wyatt,
kango's stein massive,
Max Romeo,
Motorama,
Goldenarms,
The Sound,
Alphaville,
Country Teasers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mandrill,
Hot Snakes,
U.S. Maple,
Babytalk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pere Ubu,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
Roxy Music,
China Crisis,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June Days,
Andrew Hill,
Jandek,
The Residents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-101,
Leonard Cohen,
James White and The Blacks,
Brand Nubian,
Pulsallama,
FM Einheit,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.