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 Switzerland and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Supertramp to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Vogues,
Gang Green,
The Monochrome Set,
X-Ray Spex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tres Demented,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lower 48,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed,
Barry Ungar,
the Bar-Kays,
Cybotron,
Spoonie Gee,
Duran Duran,
The Tremeloes,
UT,
Pulsallama,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Associates,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young,
LL Cool J,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
New Age Steppers,
Magma,
Thompson Twins,
Reagan Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Archie Shepp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Normal,
The Litter,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Divine Comedy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tom Boy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Connie Case,
Flamin' Groovies,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacob Miller,
Rufus Thomas,
Second Layer,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Leonard Cohen,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.