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 Nauru and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fear to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Osbourne,
Whodini,
Isaac Hayes,
Cybotron,
DNA,
Section 25,
The Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q65,
Throbbing Gristle,
These Immortal Souls,
Bob Dylan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Surgeon,
Television Personalities,
Arcadia,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Babytalk,
The Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Robert Görl,
The Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Groovy Waters,
The Blackbyrds,
Wings,
Joe Finger,
Sparks,
the Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Gang Green,
The Associates,
Darondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
La Düsseldorf,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Golliwogs,
Junior Murvin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Average White Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Metal Thangz,
Barry Ungar,
the Normal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
kango's stein massive,
Grauzone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Halsall,
Howard Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marmalade,
Bill Wells,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.