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 Bangladesh and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Iggy Pop to the jazz 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deakin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Das Ding,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Womack,
Country Teasers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Buckinghams,
Circle Jerks,
Fugazi,
The Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Schoolly D,
The Cramps,
Rotary Connection,
Magma,
Patti Smith,
Oblivians,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Birthday Party,
ABC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doors,
Sonic Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Davy DMX,
Donny Hathaway,
The Zeros,
Banda Bassotti,
Radio Birdman,
Sarah Menescal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacob Miller,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Pierre Henry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Godley & Creme,
Reagan Youth,
Minny Pops,
Television,
48th St. Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Lyres,
Ituana,
Von Mondo,
Kayak,
Marc Almond,
The United States of America,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.