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 Brazil and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Malaria! to the dance 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Massinfluence,
Mission of Burma,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Barbara Tucker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suicide,
Rosa Yemen,
Average White Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Wells,
U.S. Maple,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang On A Can,
Howard Jones,
Agitation Free,
Wally Richardson,
Rotary Connection,
Dave Gahan,
Heaven 17,
Reuben Wilson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
MDC,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vladislav Delay,
Banda Bassotti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
June of 44,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Das Ding,
Lower 48,
Thompson Twins,
Marcia Griffiths,
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nils Olav,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crooked Eye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sight & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
The Wake,
Make Up,
Groovy Waters,
Aural Exciters,
Kurtis Blow,
K-Klass,
Mad Mike,
Hoover,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.