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 Niger and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Toasters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
John Holt,
The Gories,
Peter and Kerry,
The J.B.'s,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magma,
Anakelly,
Average White Band,
Interpol,
Section 25,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Near,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Slits,
Kas Product,
The American Breed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joensuu 1685,
The Saints,
Sister Nancy,
Scion,
Robert Hood,
The Pretty Things,
Althea and Donna,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fugs,
Youth Brigade,
Prince Buster,
Yusef Lateef,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rakim,
Black Moon,
Lakeside,
Mandrill,
The Busters,
Blancmange,
Buzzcocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blackbyrds,
Skarface,
Faraquet,
Arab on Radar,
The Grass Roots,
Mr. Review,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Morten Harket,
Ronnie Foster,
Porter Ricks,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.