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 Ecuador and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Theoretical Girls to the grunge 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
Cluster,
The Litter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Mad Mike,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiohead,
Fad Gadget,
The Standells,
Nico,
Lungfish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
MC5,
Technova,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry's Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Letta Mbulu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Buzzcocks,
Half Japanese,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Leaves,
The Barracudas,
Wire,
Smog,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
In Retrospect,
Archie Shepp,
The Last Poets,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Names,
Spandau Ballet,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.