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 Egypt and from Houston.
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 Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sixth Finger to the grunge 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
Pylon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Remains,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Accadde A,
Slick Rick,
Mission of Burma,
La Düsseldorf,
Metal Thangz,
In Retrospect,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Subhumans,
Moby Grape,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul II Soul,
Dawn Penn,
Idris Muhammad,
Whodini,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moleskins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mars,
The Walker Brothers,
Nas,
Althea and Donna,
Minor Threat,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Guru Guru,
Unrelated Segments,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mojo Men,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monochrome Set,
kango's stein massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Nils Olav,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Count Five,
Swell Maps,
Bush Tetras,
Jawbox,
Cal Tjader,
Fugazi,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.