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 Liberia and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Gang Green to the rock 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Circle Jerks,
The Five Americans,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Archie Shepp,
Moby Grape,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacques Brel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Hood,
Stiv Bators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Magma,
Max Romeo,
Piero Umiliani,
Arab on Radar,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiohead,
The Doors,
Bluetip,
The Invisible,
The Cramps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Sun City Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Intrusion,
Echospace,
Pylon,
Michelle Simonal,
Heaven 17,
Unrelated Segments,
Excepter,
Bauhaus,
Cameo,
Maleditus Sound,
Iggy Pop,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Popol Vuh,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Fad Gadget,
The Grass Roots,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lebanon Hanover,
L. Decosne,
Cheater Slicks,
Animal Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Alphaville,
Connie Case,
Wire,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.