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 Congo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Index to the crunk 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Skaos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Godley & Creme,
Marine Girls,
The Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Easy Going,
Sex Pistols,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Almond,
Moss Icon,
Metal Thangz,
Skriet,
Underground Resistance,
Eden Ahbez,
Neu!,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cramps,
Babytalk,
ABC,
Fluxion,
Tears for Fears,
Dual Sessions,
Barry Ungar,
The Stooges,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Searchers,
Supertramp,
Stetsasonic,
Rod Modell,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fugs,
The Litter,
the Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dawn Penn,
The Toasters,
Bill Wells,
The Martian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxette,
Black Sheep,
Eve St. Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pretty Things,
Ten City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.