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 Japan and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Judy Mowatt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
This Heat,
Donald Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Livin' Joy,
The Red Krayola,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minny Pops,
Tom Boy,
the Swans,
The Selecter,
Suicide,
Au Pairs,
The Names,
B.T. Express,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Ornette Coleman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Pus,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Near,
The Doors,
Dead Boys,
Royal Trux,
Crime,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed,
Arcadia,
FM Einheit,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gories,
Godley & Creme,
Dawn Penn,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moss Icon,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fuzztones,
Goldenarms,
Steve Hackett,
X-102,
The Searchers,
The Star Department,
the Germs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
The United States of America,
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
The Five Americans,
Joyce Sims,
T.S.O.L.,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.