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 Lithuania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Todd Terry to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Dark Day,
Slave,
B.T. Express,
The Tremeloes,
Terrestrial Tones,
JFA,
Gabor Szabo,
The Young Rascals,
Altered Images,
Godley & Creme,
Iggy Pop,
Cheater Slicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scrapy,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
Royal Trux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Smog,
Little Man,
The Motions,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter & Gordon,
Stereo Dub,
Al Stewart,
Quando Quango,
Byron Stingily,
The Smoke,
Hoover,
Ken Boothe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thompson Twins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q and Not U,
The Blackbyrds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
Tim Buckley,
Icehouse,
ABC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
Steve Hackett,
Agitation Free,
Talk Talk,
Half Japanese,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Teasers,
Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.