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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Infiniti to the punk 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Ludus,
The Busters,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Axelrod,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delta 5,
Deadbeat,
Severed Heads,
The Smoke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moss Icon,
Aloha Tigers,
Interpol,
Slick Rick,
Aswad,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
the Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Average White Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Bad Manners,
David McCallum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Graham Central Station,
Dave Gahan,
10cc,
Subhumans,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Velvet Underground,
New Age Steppers,
Stiv Bators,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
Ponytail,
the Human League,
L. Decosne,
Sandy B,
Cybotron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Copeland,
The Doobie Brothers,
CMW,
UT,
Al Stewart,
Crash Course in Science,
The Neon Judgement,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wings,
The American Breed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.