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 Ukraine and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Rod Modell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Khruangbin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Neon Judgement,
Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Excepter,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Blossom Toes,
Boredoms,
Nico,
Crooked Eye,
Sandy B,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Newcleus,
Royal Trux,
Grauzone,
Magma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cure,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
Ituana,
Subhumans,
CMW,
Sam Rivers,
Godley & Creme,
Basic Channel,
Ornette Coleman,
Skaos,
UT,
Amon Düül,
The Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quantec,
Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
The Pop Group,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Carl Craig,
Popol Vuh,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Y Pants,
Nik Kershaw,
Blake Baxter,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.