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 Solomon Islands 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Swell Maps,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül II,
Easy Going,
T.S.O.L.,
Pussy Galore,
Pantytec,
Surgeon,
The Dead C,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Moon,
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Flag,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronan,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sex Pistols,
10cc,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul II Soul,
Cymande,
Suicide,
Lucky Dragons,
One Last Wish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alison Limerick,
Faraquet,
Chris & Cosey,
Lindisfarne,
The Busters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Style,
The Fuzztones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Bourne,
Pulsallama,
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
Dave Gahan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra,
Zapp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eddi Front,
Hoover,
Ten City,
Interpol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Niagra,
Newcleus,
Glambeats Corp.,
MC5,
Neu!,
Young Marble Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.