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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the punk 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Amazonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Byron Stingily,
Stiv Bators,
Ronan,
One Last Wish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Rundgren,
The Leaves,
Anthony Braxton,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Lynne,
DNA,
Robert Wyatt,
Patti Smith,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Henry Cow,
Public Enemy,
Derrick Morgan,
New Order,
Zero Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Roxette,
PIL,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Easy Going,
Junior Murvin,
Warsaw,
the Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Tom Boy,
Janne Schatter,
Lakeside,
Urselle,
Scrapy,
Wings,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Starr,
Das Ding,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
10cc,
Desert Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Tremeloes,
Liliput,
The Moleskins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.