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 Barbados and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Arcadia to the rock 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Technova,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Germs,
Rapeman,
Shuggie Otis,
10cc,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Adolescents,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Mars,
Nas,
Joe Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Absolute Body Control,
China Crisis,
Yaz,
The Pretty Things,
Pere Ubu,
The Monks,
Cameo,
Carl Craig,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Almond,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
Slave,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Starr,
Mantronix,
Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxy Music,
Aaron Thompson,
The United States of America,
Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Patti Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren,
Juan Atkins,
ABC,
Television,
Sun Ra,
Sun City Girls,
JFA,
Quadrant,
Oblivians,
Ituana,
Infiniti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.