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 Grenada and from Salvador.
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 Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eden Ahbez to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Freddie Wadling,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erykah Badu,
Animal Collective,
AZ,
New Age Steppers,
Make Up,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Steve Hackett,
Letta Mbulu,
CMW,
ABC,
Joey Negro,
Joe Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Franke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Music Machine,
The Smoke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funkadelic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camouflage,
Adolescents,
Funky Four + One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Index,
Wally Richardson,
Max Romeo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Green,
Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Minor Threat,
Lightning Bolt,
Oblivians,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lower 48,
Au Pairs,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
The Zeros,
The Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
Absolute Body Control,
Nils Olav,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.