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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rock 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Gichy Dan,
Alphaville,
AZ,
The Trojans,
Skriet,
Yusef Lateef,
Brass Construction,
Mr. Review,
The Remains,
Scan 7,
The Walker Brothers,
Heaven 17,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
Skarface,
Excepter,
Radio Birdman,
Sarah Menescal,
MDC,
Mark Hollis,
Eli Mardock,
Magma,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fugs,
F. McDonald,
Khruangbin,
Cymande,
The Associates,
Lalann,
Kerrie Biddell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Gang Green,
Surgeon,
Babytalk,
The Toasters,
Oneida,
Lebanon Hanover,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mummies,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Al Stewart,
Wings,
Qualms,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Selecter,
Delta 5,
The Velvet Underground,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Colin Newman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.