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 Papua New Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
a-ha,
Lindisfarne,
The Mojo Men,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed,
Absolute Body Control,
Alton Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kas Product,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gregory Isaacs,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxette,
Dark Day,
Surgeon,
Joey Negro,
The Buckinghams,
Zapp,
Black Bananas,
Alison Limerick,
The Residents,
Livin' Joy,
Liliput,
Jandek,
The Count Five,
Gabor Szabo,
June of 44,
The Gories,
The Wake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boz Scaggs,
Main Source,
Ultra Naté,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
Y Pants,
Yellowson,
Pagans,
Jerry's Kids,
The Angels of Light,
David McCallum,
Brick,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Christie,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cramps,
Television,
Chris Corsano,
MDC,
Supertramp,
The Modern Lovers,
Can,
Deakin,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
Swell Maps,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.