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 Armenia and from Seoul.
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 London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 DJ Style to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
FM Einheit,
Rekid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris Corsano,
Magazine,
Essential Logic,
Robert Görl,
Lightning Bolt,
David Bowie,
Sam Rivers,
Organ,
Ronnie Foster,
Fat Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Invisible,
Yazoo,
Tommy Roe,
Blossom Toes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Pus,
The Young Rascals,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tim Buckley,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dead C,
The Divine Comedy,
Scion,
Cameo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mandrill,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monolake,
Erykah Badu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart,
Oneida,
The Evens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Underground Resistance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wings,
Aural Exciters,
Icehouse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Colin Newman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deadbeat,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doors,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.