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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Davy DMX to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Severed Heads,
The Gun Club,
The Five Americans,
The Motions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mojo Men,
The Names,
Moss Icon,
The Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Flag,
Dawn Penn,
Kenny Larkin,
The Invisible,
Archie Shepp,
Von Mondo,
Al Stewart,
John Lydon,
Black Sheep,
Parry Music,
The Grass Roots,
The Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Niagra,
JFA,
Audionom,
Scratch Acid,
Qualms,
Ossler,
Aswad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Japan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alton Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Kas Product,
Sällskapet,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monochrome Set,
Banda Bassotti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tim Buckley,
June of 44,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wally Richardson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lakeside,
Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Happenings,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.