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 Paraguay and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlback to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grauzone,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crash Course in Science,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Association,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sam Rivers,
Tom Boy,
The Index,
Leonard Cohen,
The Skatalites,
Barbara Tucker,
Whodini,
Motorama,
Cymande,
Yellowson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Happenings,
Josef K,
James White and The Blacks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kas Product,
Pulsallama,
The Five Americans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joey Negro,
Soul II Soul,
Cybotron,
Mandrill,
The Moleskins,
The Residents,
Swans,
Eric Copeland,
The Victims,
Pere Ubu,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bush Tetras,
Faraquet,
The Evens,
David McCallum,
Inner City,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABBA,
Main Source,
Mantronix,
Pantytec,
T. Rex,
Au Pairs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Guru Guru,
Janne Schatter,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.