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 the UAE and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Music Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q65,
Marine Girls,
Hardrive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rekid,
The Standells,
Minny Pops,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Music Machine,
Erykah Badu,
The Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Dave Gahan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Neon Judgement,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gong,
Sight & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Moby Grape,
The Human League,
Eurythmics,
The Vogues,
The Remains,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
Donald Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
John Holt,
FM Einheit,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scientists,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick Morgan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mark Hollis,
Mr. Review,
Simply Red,
John Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
The Victims,
The American Breed,
The Residents,
Eli Mardock,
Hoover,
Archie Shepp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Silicon Teens,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Sonics,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.