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 Brunei and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Second Layer to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Niagra,
Crooked Eye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suicide,
Pulsallama,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers,
Nico,
Fear,
Con Funk Shun,
Rosa Yemen,
Easy Going,
Ituana,
Freddie Wadling,
Oblivians,
Bush Tetras,
Joyce Sims,
Spandau Ballet,
Michelle Simonal,
Animal Collective,
X-102,
The Busters,
Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
UT,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Terry,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Almond,
Amazonics,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Icehouse,
Pere Ubu,
Bad Manners,
Mr. Review,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mission of Burma,
The Gories,
Darondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Suburban Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
The Wake,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick Morgan,
Deakin,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Divine Comedy,
Ken Boothe,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.