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 Poland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Don Cherry 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fortunes,
Monks,
the Sonics,
Slick Rick,
the Bar-Kays,
Tommy Roe,
Motorama,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Alice Coltrane,
Lyres,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agitation Free,
AZ,
Vainqueur,
Quantec,
Tubeway Army,
Desert Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Model 500,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gories,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Sherman,
Los Fastidios,
Brothers Johnson,
Throbbing Gristle,
OOIOO,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young,
Section 25,
Drexciya,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boredoms,
Dead Boys,
Tres Demented,
Soft Machine,
Robert Görl,
Bronski Beat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minny Pops,
Brass Construction,
Michelle Simonal,
Eli Mardock,
David Bowie,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker,
Gabor Szabo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Morten Harket,
The United States of America,
The Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Sandy B,
Pylon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.