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 Guinea-Bissau and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Holger Czukay 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 Morten Harket to the rap 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
In Retrospect,
Excepter,
Adolescents,
Roger Hodgson,
The Motions,
Bobby Womack,
Pierre Henry,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Selecter,
La Düsseldorf,
Charles Mingus,
Flash Fearless,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
the Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter & Gordon,
Inner City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Gastr Del Sol,
The United States of America,
Mantronix,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Terry,
Altered Images,
Robert Görl,
Maurizio,
Black Sheep,
David McCallum,
Joe Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Siglo XX,
June of 44,
KRS-One,
Dawn Penn,
Faust,
The Grass Roots,
ABC,
Gabor Szabo,
Terry Callier,
Youth Brigade,
Tubeway Army,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
Gong,
Franke,
Alison Limerick,
The Music Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
The Knickerbockers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monks,
Avey Tare,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.