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 Chile and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Half Japanese to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Techniques,
Kerri Chandler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
Thee Headcoats,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
Pulsallama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxette,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare,
The Invisible,
Gang Green,
Lyres,
Marmalade,
Gabor Szabo,
kango's stein massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Rekid,
Gang Starr,
Jacques Brel,
Nas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erykah Badu,
Moebius,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Machine,
Qualms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gladiators,
Eden Ahbez,
The Walker Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Technova,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Loose Ends,
The Black Dice,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
cv313,
Wasted Youth,
48th St. Collective,
OOIOO,
The Count Five,
Chris Corsano,
Das Ding,
Franke,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.