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 Samoa and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
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 organ 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
The Leaves,
Altered Images,
Sugar Minott,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echospace,
Urselle,
Can,
Soft Machine,
New Order,
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Smooth,
Accadde A,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Vladislav Delay,
The Durutti Column,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Inner City,
Scientists,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masters at Work,
The Divine Comedy,
The Walker Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Organ,
Don Cherry,
The Monks,
John Holt,
Thompson Twins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Davy DMX,
A Certain Ratio,
Whodini,
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
Erasure,
Colin Newman,
The Music Machine,
The Cowsills,
Marc Almond,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Bananas,
Scan 7,
Freddie Wadling,
Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Blake Baxter,
The Toasters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.