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 Mauritius and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Average White Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiopuhelimet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
Joyce Sims,
The Mummies,
Connie Case,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Freddie Wadling,
Tears for Fears,
June Days,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Busters,
X-Ray Spex,
The Knickerbockers,
Rod Modell,
Urselle,
48th St. Collective,
T. Rex,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
The Doors,
Main Source,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris & Cosey,
Mandrill,
Bang On A Can,
Morten Harket,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ten City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
Blossom Toes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Simply Red,
The Saints,
Shuggie Otis,
Skriet,
The Stooges,
Supertramp,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris Corsano,
Eve St. Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Swell Maps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
China Crisis,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.