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 Lebanon and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Morten Harket to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deakin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Eden Ahbez,
Pylon,
the Association,
Patti Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
T. Rex,
Steve Hackett,
Mad Mike,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tommy Roe,
The Gories,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
E-Dancer,
The Young Rascals,
John Lydon,
A Certain Ratio,
Mars,
Sun Ra,
Funky Four + One,
Eurythmics,
Archie Shepp,
Desert Stars,
New Order,
The Neon Judgement,
Funkadelic,
Peter and Kerry,
Niagra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moody Blues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bauhaus,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang On A Can,
Tears for Fears,
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
The Martian,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eli Mardock,
Albert Ayler,
T.S.O.L.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Moon,
Pussy Galore,
Livin' Joy,
Swell Maps,
Das Ding,
Marvin Gaye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.