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 Japan and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Vogues to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
K-Klass,
The Cure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lungfish,
B.T. Express,
Kas Product,
Sam Rivers,
The Associates,
Y Pants,
The Modern Lovers,
UT,
Monolake,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
The Move,
Don Cherry,
Malaria!,
Japan,
Yellowson,
Technova,
Henry Cow,
Sight & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Television,
Rufus Thomas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flash Fearless,
Gong,
Amon Düül II,
The Angels of Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roger Hodgson,
Anthony Braxton,
Arthur Verocai,
Hashim,
Surgeon,
Bootsy Collins,
Marmalade,
Colin Newman,
Sound Behaviour,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Pere Ubu,
Barrington Levy,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxette,
Bronski Beat,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radio Birdman,
The Gun Club,
Wasted Youth,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.