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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Eric Copeland to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Neu!,
Thompson Twins,
Country Teasers,
Index,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
Joy Division,
AZ,
Leonard Cohen,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
X-101,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerri Chandler,
EPMD,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Saints,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cal Tjader,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers,
Stereo Dub,
La Düsseldorf,
Japan,
Drexciya,
Swans,
Easy Going,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Silicon Teens,
Talk Talk,
Scan 7,
OOIOO,
The Fuzztones,
The Litter,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alison Limerick,
Skriet,
Q and Not U,
Unrelated Segments,
Warren Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barbara Tucker,
The Real Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kaleidoscope,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.