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 East Timor and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hasil Adkins to the electroclash 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD,
Los Fastidios,
Wasted Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blues Magoos,
Scion,
The Kinks,
Pagans,
Pere Ubu,
Newcleus,
The Star Department,
Howard Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Quantec,
X-101,
Tears for Fears,
Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Whodini,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sam Rivers,
Janne Schatter,
Lungfish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heaven 17,
the Germs,
The Monks,
The Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young,
Bluetip,
Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Anakelly,
Bronski Beat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sound,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris & Cosey,
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
Sun Ra,
the Bar-Kays,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Main Source,
Andrew Hill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
FM Einheit,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.