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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Yazoo to the grunge 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacob Miller,
Deadbeat,
Negative Approach,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
Zapp,
The Modern Lovers,
Sandy B,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Susan Cadogan,
EPMD,
The Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Mandrill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Das Ding,
The Sonics,
Jawbox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABC,
Cymande,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers,
The Selecter,
Scrapy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Loose Ends,
The Fall,
The Five Americans,
Charles Mingus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pussy Galore,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun City Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
L. Decosne,
B.T. Express,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
Steve Hackett,
Al Stewart,
Dual Sessions,
One Last Wish,
Mission of Burma,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.