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 Kuwait and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 John Coltrane to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Searchers,
The Techniques,
F. McDonald,
Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper,
Freddie Wadling,
Wings,
The Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Wally Richardson,
The Music Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pylon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tears for Fears,
Moss Icon,
FM Einheit,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
In Retrospect,
Danielle Patucci,
Dual Sessions,
Idris Muhammad,
Absolute Body Control,
Ornette Coleman,
Khruangbin,
Subhumans,
Max Romeo,
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
The Slackers,
Scion,
10cc,
Joe Smooth,
Inner City,
Sparks,
The Dead C,
Eurythmics,
The United States of America,
Gabor Szabo,
Monolake,
June of 44,
Radiohead,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
Howard Jones,
Simply Red,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Shoche,
Johnny Clarke,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.