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 Tuvalu and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Smooth,
Suicide,
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
Hashim,
The Velvet Underground,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Guru Guru,
Bill Wells,
Monks,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
Slave,
the Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Nico,
Morten Harket,
X-101,
The Modern Lovers,
Byron Stingily,
Jacob Miller,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
Chrome,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiohead,
Massinfluence,
La Düsseldorf,
The Wake,
Bootsy Collins,
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Altered Images,
Freddie Wadling,
Warsaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül II,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Talk Talk,
In Retrospect,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MDC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.