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 Sudan and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Halsall,
Archie Shepp,
X-Ray Spex,
Heaven 17,
Monolake,
The Kinks,
In Retrospect,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Youth Brigade,
Visage,
Darondo,
Peter & Gordon,
kango's stein massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Bourne,
Marine Girls,
Ten City,
a-ha,
Saccharine Trust,
The Divine Comedy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Organ,
Albert Ayler,
Lalann,
Dave Gahan,
Interpol,
Von Mondo,
Minor Threat,
Pere Ubu,
Gichy Dan,
Japan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Holt,
Minutemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neu!,
Moebius,
Jeff Mills,
The Fugs,
Simply Red,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cybotron,
Freddie Wadling,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shoche,
Negative Approach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swell Maps,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.