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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dual Sessions to the techno 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Icehouse,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
Harry Pussy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Wake,
Altered Images,
The Tremeloes,
China Crisis,
One Last Wish,
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
Neil Young,
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
Minutemen,
Cameo,
Youth Brigade,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
Frankie Knuckles,
Byron Stingily,
E-Dancer,
Mission of Burma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bob Dylan,
Easy Going,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mars,
Sun City Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Knickerbockers,
Monks,
Khruangbin,
Panda Bear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gong,
Rapeman,
Kayak,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Sheep,
Fat Boys,
F. McDonald,
The Real Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Amazonics,
In Retrospect,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
Skaos,
Cheater Slicks,
MDC,
The Sound,
Bronski Beat,
The Red Krayola,
The Music Machine,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.