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 Tanzania and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Derrick Morgan 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pere Ubu,
The Fuzztones,
Oblivians,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry's Kids,
Scion,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Symarip,
Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sonics,
Roxette,
The Smoke,
Joe Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
The Fall,
Magma,
the Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Ludus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
D'Angelo,
Rekid,
Q65,
The Fortunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thompson Twins,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Hood,
The New Christs,
Gang Green,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Half Japanese,
the Germs,
Loose Ends,
Y Pants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monolake,
Dave Gahan,
Los Fastidios,
Bluetip,
The Remains,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Can,
Chris Corsano,
Alphaville,
The Durutti Column,
Simply Red,
The Stooges,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.