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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Quadrant,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radio Birdman,
Skriet,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia,
Kurtis Blow,
AZ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
H. Thieme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Half Japanese,
Groovy Waters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Harmonia,
Clear Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Underground Resistance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Organ,
Bauhaus,
James White and The Blacks,
Delta 5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry,
Masters at Work,
The Modern Lovers,
X-102,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Smog,
Skaos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Leaves,
Scan 7,
Dead Boys,
Oneida,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neu!,
Blancmange,
Siglo XX,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mad Mike,
Mission of Burma,
The Associates,
Derrick May,
Cal Tjader,
The Slackers,
The Five Americans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Byrd,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.