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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Flash Fearless,
Ronan,
Kenny Larkin,
Arcadia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Near,
H. Thieme,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Circle Jerks,
Lungfish,
Scan 7,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mr. Review,
The Victims,
The Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick Morgan,
Brick,
Bang On A Can,
Erykah Badu,
The Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Patti Smith,
Von Mondo,
DJ Sneak,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Almond,
Quando Quango,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anakelly,
Cymande,
Lou Christie,
Moss Icon,
Man Parrish,
Chrome,
Scott Walker,
Blake Baxter,
Wasted Youth,
John Holt,
kango's stein massive,
Arab on Radar,
Sex Pistols,
New Order,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Wyatt,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Colin Newman,
The Star Department,
Warren Ellis,
Model 500,
Radio Birdman,
Joy Division,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blancmange,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.