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 Benin and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lungfish to the jazz 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Flash Fearless,
Soulsonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Main Source,
Matthew Bourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
T.S.O.L.,
Metal Thangz,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Foxx,
Cecil Taylor,
K-Klass,
Godley & Creme,
Fear,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sällskapet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Ossler,
Scion,
The Gun Club,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Archie Shepp,
Lightning Bolt,
Maurizio,
New Order,
Skriet,
LL Cool J,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sarah Menescal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mars,
Sugar Minott,
Malaria!,
Scientists,
Lalann,
Symarip,
Jacob Miller,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Teasers,
Average White Band,
the Association,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nik Kershaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Christie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed,
Tears for Fears,
Roger Hodgson,
Faust,
The Blackbyrds,
Fluxion,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.