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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Glambeats Corp. to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Fad Gadget,
The Invisible,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sällskapet,
Yellowson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül II,
Drive Like Jehu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swell Maps,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Halsall,
Oblivians,
Swans,
John Cale,
Outsiders,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacques Brel,
Kenny Larkin,
Mandrill,
B.T. Express,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bluetip,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls,
Barry Ungar,
The Motions,
Arcadia,
Nils Olav,
Girls At Our Best!,
Guru Guru,
Fat Boys,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun City Girls,
Wally Richardson,
The Young Rascals,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Smog,
Jeff Lynne,
Arab on Radar,
Whodini,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brick,
Slick Rick,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monks,
Pylon,
FM Einheit,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.