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 Cairo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 H. Thieme to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cure,
Mission of Burma,
The Raincoats,
Lindisfarne,
Hoover,
Black Moon,
The Vogues,
Ohio Players,
Hashim,
Infiniti,
The Knickerbockers,
Mandrill,
Morten Harket,
Arthur Verocai,
Average White Band,
Roxette,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television Personalities,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
The Velvet Underground,
Yaz,
The Sonics,
The Searchers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-Ray Spex,
The Skatalites,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Association,
The Fall,
Bill Wells,
Alton Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erasure,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth,
Excepter,
Q65,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funkadelic,
Bauhaus,
Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.